Was I sand then? That’s what my father asked when he was a child listening to family stories that took place before he was born. The ritual began when his mother first told him, You were sand then. In time, he no longer needed to ask. He simply said, I was sand then. Born in 1923. Sand again.
The Great Questions
The great questions,
and as many stars or grains of sand,
as tongue can ferry from wish
to land
tangled in your hair
by the sea wind —
Is that what brings you here?
Recently Banned Literature, August 5, 2014
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Categories: Everything and Nothing, Recently Banned Literature
Tags: Family History, Memory, My Father, My Grandmother, Poems, Poetry, Sand, The Great Questions
William Michaelian 