by Dianne Bates
A grain of sand on its own,
A tiny world
in the palm of your hand.
But still, nothing much…
Add millions of other grains,
Shape them with sea-water
And you’ve got a sand-castle.
Next add trillions and trillions of grains Getting there…
And zillions and zillions more —
Now you’re talking!
- Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #8
Dianne says: I brainstormed for a long time listing all the close encounters a child
might have — animals, insects, aliens and so on. Finished up on a beach
with a child looking at starfish. It was only when I thought of sand,
zillions of grains in close encounter with one another, that I thought of
what happens as a result. Hence this beach poem!