Sandbank

There can be pleasure
here, at the end of what
is countable. The grains
heap up sensuously,
saltwater lick and sway.
You can see the stars
anywhere — sit here,
now, and watch this
catastrophe, this always
falling into an endless
sea so close at hand
you can hold the grains
in your palm, taste them
on your lips for the first
and final time.