Alone, the single grain appears small and worthless.
Together, it stretches for many miles into the distance.
Take away from it, and you can dig a bottomless hole.
Pile it on top of itself, and you can build a mighty fortress.
It can stand the pressure of an icy sea.
It lines the ground of a scorching hot desert.
Dry, it can sift through your fingers.
Wet, it will hitch a ride on your toes.
It feels soft and firm when you walk upon it.
It tastes hard and unappetizing when it gets in your sandwich.
Original date poem was written: 2/26/06