Withdrawing from the Sand
The sand and I have come
to a compromise
or at least we think so:
Each time I drag my boot
from out of its dry clutches,
it only partly reclaims
that space,
and even though
my specific trace
is subsumed
there’s a dip
to mark where I have been.
Tristan Moss lives in York and has published many poems in online and paper journals.
