Grain of Sand
I grew out of a grain of sand.
My legs were small, but I
could walk great distances
because my stamina was
incredible. My heart was
too big for my body. It made me
lean like a thin tree with
heavy branches. When it
rained I would turn to mud.
My steps grew heavy and
I could not get too far. I was
washed away to the ocean.
The fish ate me and no one
seemed to miss me. It was
like I was never born.
*Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal: I work in the mental health field in Los Angeles, CA. I was born in Mexico. I am past contributor to IS&T. My chapbooks, Peering Into The Sun and Songs For Oblivion, will be published this year by Poet's Democracy and Alternating Current Press. Kendra Steiner Editions published my last chapbook, Digging A Grave.
