Patterns in the Sand

The stars have been in the sky ever since
–I had an eye to see them
The sand has been there as long
–as there have been mountains

But we blow away with the wind
Rescind.
Re-send.
We’re so recent.

The ocean holds onto secrets;
If it tells me, can I keep it?
Can I steep in it?
It’s too steep, isn’t it?
I’ll
—fall
—-in
——to
——–that
————pit