Small Surrenders

It’s just a few small thoughts really;
realising that everything means something,
Even the least must have done something strong,
perhaps holding open a door,
‘Thank yous’ oozing out of followers.
‘Thank you’ – it’s a sacrifice of sorts,
I suppose. A minute exertion, a brief effort.
But it’s the collision of these small surrenders
that form a tidal wave;
streams of heart movements collide and merge,
sloshing against the sand,
carving pictures into eternity.
Shells are gifted to the shore,
Kissed by the water’s rind.
Every particle magnifies the wind’s expression,
dutifully floating back and forth,
A yoyo effect of ‘hellos’ and ‘goodbyes,’
always remembering to leave their mark.
The shores of the future
yearn for the unexpected door holdings,
the casual ‘good mornings,’
and the sunny smiles
that only you can bestow.
But now you are gone,
I suppose we can only search
for the pearls you have buried in the sand.