I say I am mud.
Firm, compactible, composed of many things
that come together to create
a solid
foundation.
Cool, grounding, useful, earthy.
But I am sand.
Easy to shape, to reform, to change.
Sometimes resembling so well something that is not itself.
A castle, a moat, a mermaid, a wall.
Sometimes seeming like nothing at all
A single grain, one of the millions, insignificant.
With the right ingredients
It can become
It is needed
It is the building blocks
But just as soon
It can fall
Right through the cracks
Disappear with the tides
So far into the depths
Never to be seen again.
Spending life miles below the surface,
Waiting for its moment
To see the sun again.
A Heavy Flow 