Layers of waves crash upon the shore
Sprays of blue and white mist
Tangling and untangling fingers of seaweed
Grabbing sand into open hands and fists
When the ocean forgives and is fading away
Dancing seashells remain, like thumbprints
Not one is fashioned the same
Exquisitely unique in form and frame
Coral salmon, midnight, ebony
Sandpapered sharp or light as snowflakes
Descending lazily
Each solitariness reminds me
That I am nothing like you
And you are nothing
Like me.
Thumbprints
