Ocean washed in
Words stumble around
Dribbling down
Shifting around
This sandy ground
Unbalanced the earth
Because just the toe
Makes a hole
Breaks the soul
Pours out a bowl
Thunder swells smash
Melt mountain and shore
Just like before
Both idol and whore
Bound nevermore
Created forsaken
The softly laid sand
Calm in her hand
Undone to un-stand
While rock and dry land
Dwell behind her
Cindy Koch 