lifting the sand and silt
on the river bank
i was singing songs
to thank the river
for flowing steadily, slowly and keeping low
you were taking it on the road
to be carried far
to build houses of all those
who longed for these.
suddenly the river was angry
flow was fast and level high
all the sand we collected since morning
was washed away
you laughed as if it was just a castle of sand
but then of course
it was a castle of sand