Tangled in grape vines

A young girl reads a book

Glancing to the summer sky

Content in her hollow

Twenty years from then

The scent of that fresh earth

Calls to her, remember me

I am inside you

The gravel underfoot

Does not make that sound

Elsewhere

The birds not so abundant

Boisterous

She grows to leave

And the cool sand

Calls to her, I’ll be with you

Take me with you

There will always be sand

Tangled in her past

Above the rock

Beneath her feet

The feet of her children

The feet of her soul