Poems in Progress: Life's a Beach

Reflecting on a beach, I feel as if
It is like my self. The sand is more than
Atoms, though. Each grain helps shape memory
Forming this story of me. And then, splash,
A wave heaves more here, less there, and something
From my past changes to the new context:
A new environment. And then more waves,
And tides moving, even strong winds shifting
The narrative, tone, and connotation:
Is it erosion or deposition?
Random composition absolutely.
The next morning a different portrait.
I am still me in atom’s formed, I guess,
As a beach, any beach, beaches from my
Memory: Stinson, Rocky Neck, Topsail,
Still retain their name with divergent shapes.
But these shapes, these selves, never quite the same.
Yet I am still reflecting on a beach,
And considering the undertone of that.