The
Castle
Erase the line drawn in the sand, a scar
old and deep. Shuffle back and forth,
pairs of feet like wheels churning up
clouds. Move hand in hand laughing,
as children do. If you can’t decode
the swirl of tongues, hold the hands
tighter. Share water and tools—
now erect a sand castle. Let it be
strong, beautiful, visible for miles.
Build no walls within, unfurl
no flags. Ban the monster-teeming
to tread without fear of sudden,
violent death. Make yourself small
so that you can live in the home
you have made. Greet all guests
from the always-unlocked doors,
opening wide. At nightfall, light
a torch at every turret, far
from history’s merciless tides.