Discarded

So you start to move on -by leaving your stones on the ocean floor

The individual bits are nothing

but added together, and the sand stretches on.

It feels like fire

and it feels warm

perfect for your bare legs

and not yet enough for your covered arms.

The blue bag is tossed aside

the ribbon that used to mean something floats,

trying to catch your attention;

begging you not to give up.

But your stare is calm and determined -

towards the empty sea

surrounded by faded sand

trampled by invisible beings

- as you get ready to throw

the gifted disk, now meaningless,

into the empty sea

where it will become heavy in another medium

surrounded by faded sand

trampled by none but you

Inspired by the photo