Ripples in the sand.
Some things transcend all of us.
About this poem
If you’ve been reading my posts the past couple of days, you know that I’ve been struck by the abstract art all around us, courtesy of God.
No museum needed.
PS – This was taken on a sandbar a bit east of Chatham, MA. I took the picture in color. It only looks black and white because… it is black and white.