Cycles

I writhe on the ground, life draining from my contorted body. I'm tired. Was tired.

Sinking, sinking, sinking into the sand, set thick with briny water. I am one with the granules beneath this decaying form.

The tide rolls in. The tide rolls out. The waters join me with all that is, all that could be.

The thoughtful ocean rages, turns over.

I rage, turn over.

It is the past. The ocean calms. I start again.

I stretch into the sun, bathing in familiar rays. Life brims from every step I take onto the shore. I am one with the granules melting beneath my tender heels.

The sky, the earth, the trees, they call to me fondly. I trek heavy through the sand toward the fertile jungle.

It begins again.