Too often, too much
At times, not enough
Then, when we’re satisfied
something new arises
moving us, to yet another new place
Usually a place we’d never find, unless
the world slows down enough
letting us catch up
letting us surpass ourselves
and find more truth than lies
More solid, dependable ground
than turbulent soil
undermining our sense of hope
Releasing us from banality
like every beach releases its sand
And once the beach disappears
and all her sand is gone
we’re left, hanging
like the new moon
in pristine nakedness, before the sun rises
Poetic Alchemist 
Aurora: Thanks. Roll we do at times. Hope things are well with you.
Wow. Another good one. You’re on a roll!
Thanks Kai. Glad you enjoyed it.
Andrew: Thanks much. We all hang attimes as such in our lives.
this is wonderful!
lovely
Polona: Thanks. Indeed it is…
change is the only constant…
good stuff
Dan: Thanks. Yes, yes…
Yes!
Jel: Thanks so much. Hope you are well.
way cool! 😉
morning Don,
have a great day!
Serenity: Welcome back and thanks for your wonderful comments. Hoping you’re very well also. Blessings of peace and joy to you.
Floots: Thanks. Yes, Ma Nature has a way of showing us what we need to see through her many processes, things, images, and all.
Hi Don,
Wonderful to be back reading your poetry again and seeing your beautiful site with your melodious words.
“Then when we are satisfied something new arises.” I especially love this line…and…the first two lines are just simple truth.
Blessings be with you.
drifting sand is a wonderful image
never really gone – never really permanent
thank you