I was wondering that question,
lying on a floral beach towel,
a speck in a crowd
of swimsuited people—
all of us lumps of cookie dough
glazed with sunscreen and coconut oil
baking in this oven.
I lift a handful of sand,
watch the grains
cascade in the spaces
between my fingers,
thinking there’s
got to be metaphors
for time, uniqueness, perseverance—
maybe insignificance
if you’re in that kind of mood.
But above the ocean,
a small plane flies before us,
towing a banner
advertising a restaurant’s
all-you-can-eat buffet,
and the sand falls from my hand,
forgotten.
copyright © 2021 Dave Williams
first part got me to feel like a cookie on baking tray.
love this poem, not at all pretencious 🙂
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Thank you! I’m very glad you enjoyed it 🙂
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We are all specks of dust in the universe … or pieces of fried chicken 🍗 at the buffet. Whichever you prefer!
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Ha! I like the fried chicken reference 🙂 And I’d prefer that to a dust speck. A piece of fried chicken is a lot more useful!
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Leave it to an all-you-can-eat buffet to make a person forget everything. 😂😂
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Yes! 🙂
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Very Nice 👌
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Thank you 🙂
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Will do 🙂
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