Water ripples over countless carved dunes.

And I stride over oceans.

Island mounds peek

From the surface broken and

Dusted and dark dirt

lays glimmering in the sand.

I bridge continents in my walk

Feeling the grand sea in between

Showing no sign of the tide’s teal green

And the water flows from hot to cool

as sure as the setting sun.

Next morn, sun rising

into the sky

and I, great giant travel

minutes and miles to find

an empty sea of sand.