By Tom Welch
We dabble in the sand, making patterns
Of bricks and houses, baking breads
Planting gardens, spreading beds
Washing clothes, then lighting lanterns.
And when the tide is finally fed
We leave the beach and all’s been said,
All washed away, sand smoothing out
In with a cry, out with a shout.
Tom Welch has worked as a clerk, a high school math teacher, a radio intercept operator in the army, in finance at a large company, and as a leader/teacher for groups of adjudicated teens as well as for parents and children in a community education program that explores the effects of addiction on the family. His blog contains the items published on The Tattooed Buddha as well as a number of other writings.
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