Hands Full of Sand
By: Elaborate Eatery
We danced;
Jovial concentrations
Radiating from our roots.
Playing mind games;
As our feet tapped
On the wet part of the earth.
Kicking up sparks
Of good times;
And igniting lost memories.
Grasping nirvana
And breaking its wings
So it will stay awhile.
I did this all
Laying on my back
Mouth gaping in bewilderment.
Disillusioned and awe struck.
Inebriated and side tracked.
Welcoming tap shoes
To leave their marks
Where I can’t make an appropriate impression.
A lasting indentation
Of which the sea erases.
So I ask these dancing shoes
To return once again
And subdue my landfill
Of buoyant memories.
I lay basking
Remembering recollections
With loved ones near me.
Standing like I once was.
Their hands not full of sand;
Because the memories created
Wringing out of the atmosphere,
Falling to the ground,
Mine for the taking.
And I want them all
So I can share them with you.
My hands are full of sand
Because I make sure I have a grasp.