To Be Remembered
Should I see myself as a single grain of sand
whist among the wind-blown dunes
Perhaps as a single salt blade
Fanning my green in the sunlight
Or to be forgotten
much as the outer banks of the Carolina will again be
Or as some hermit crab that begins to die
Yet another, finds the green
while perched upon my “grain”
Tis a beginning,
yet often an individual’s end?
But this is nature.
And how can one ever forget me.
Mikus E.
