We are waves in the ocean, long and deep,
unseen until we arrive at
the shallow water of the shore,
and break. We are seen when breaking.
We are broken glass on the beach,
ground and tossed by the waves,
tumbled and polished by the wind,
until we are grains of sand.
We are the sand.
We are stars at night,
each a small point of brilliance,
to be seen among the billions
by someone looking
long enough in the right direction.
