Unfathomable

Somewhere --

on a distant seashore

scattered among the shells

and seaweed

and footprints

and abandoned thatched-roof huts

lies a memory.

Demolished,

Like a sandcastle

awaiting the undulating waves

for it's complete destruction.

Meanwhile, in a world of ones and zeroes,

video calls, and shifting deadlines

grains of sand

continue

to

be

discovered --

irritating

remnants

unearthed

continually.

The oyster's nacre does not soothe --

no pearl is formed.

The tiny grains

continue their death

by a thousand cuts.