I feel the loss of less,

My smaller moment with,

Far from the crash of wave,

The taste of salt,

The scent of sea,

In sight of land and sky alone,

I feel my loss

My less,

The sail in wind becalmed,

The wrench of rope and strength of nature's hand,

Elsewhere,

With less I feel my loss,

As speck of grit my time escape,

A wistful grain of microscopic sand.

ORIGINATOR · Mike de Sousa

ART FORM · Poetry

COMPLETED · 2014

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