Black Sand

This short poem really tries capturing the extremes of behavior and owning up to anything that happened. I guess life is just a game, right?

Be like water.

Written in El Cotillo, Fuerteventura, Spain 2021

We let it happen and that’s a shame.

We took it for granted that it was just a game.

We loved the moment with whipped cream

And rum.

We laughed it in the face and now look where we are.

It was a panoply of minutes, something 

Chaos wouldn’t reach.

Each stack ordered into their place.

Ice melting, intoxicating, it tasted so well.

It gives immortality, at least, so let it be.

It only took one spit from the wrong one

And the black sand ceased to flow.

The miracle, that luster, disorder had to grow.

We allowed it, there’s no escape now.

We are all on the blame.

I wanted you to be same but it’s just a game. 

- A