The Sandbox

I am from miles
and miles of sand
which was only three meters really

And enclosed like a picture
but it was there I sat
alone
my hands submerged
in coins, leaves, keys, little soldiers
and miles
and miles of sand.

I couldn't go on the playground
'cause I'd have to run
to horribly have to huff hysterically
while the cats raced to the other end

Snickering under their breath

As I tried to run behind

To join in the world of happiness and belonging

they knew I would never keep up
my face was wet even when the sun smiled.

We were a population of a gazillion
and one
all the same, except me
the one
human
who's only friends
were the gazillion grains of sand.

It must be true
that opposites attract
for all the sand and I had in common
was the rain be our foe.

And all those who were like me
would never come near me.

I am from miles

And miles of sand

And although I have broken the gates

Sometimes I have to return

Home.