A walk on the beach

where the retreating water erased

the old footprints

~

I will make new ones

but I am not sad about it

that also these will be gone

tomorrow

I nailed myself to the wall

with my stubborn head

~

I am stuck here

unbalanced

as if that matters

when you’re stuck

I found something that looked familiar

but that doesn’t mean

that I have ever seen it before

Every little twist makes this barbed wire

unique and also so the same

twisted and bruised bend in every way

stuck in one place together we move

I brushed over it

many times

and when I get squeezed

it all comes back