A Leaf on Tides

Write one leaf describing what you would write in the sand to be washed away by the tide.

I AM FOREVER walking upon these shores,
Betwixt the sand and the foam,
The high tide will erase my foot-prints,
And the wind will blow away the foam.
But the sea and the shore will remain
Forever.

Oceans always echo of Khalil Gibran. I think about the things I want to forget and the things I want to last forever and I think about the way those things sometimes intersect. I don't write. Words are too obvious. Words speak to others. Instead, I start to draw. I draw the crook and curve of a man's arm: a cradle for some squirming thing. I draw a head bent in wonder. I draw the arc of a precautionary shoulder. Something private. That's it.