To a Little Sand Crab
The sand is mighty landscape
A terrain both grainy and clingy
As a gentle breeze blows tiny crystals
Crystals that stick to oil covered skin
A welcome rush on a hot day
And I sit up from my partial slumber
To notice the tiniest black eyes
Peeking from the smallest dune
The eyes watch me with curiosity
And blue eyes return the stare
Such a silly thought to have this exchange
Yet, I sit in the middle of the land of two-legged creatures
And this tiny creature is the only beast with time to share
A smile with a stranger.
