The Throw of My Life

Over thousands of throws,

feet rise like a sand castle.

Built from nothing 

into a unique something.

only to be thrown again 

by the tides of time.

washed away in a cleansing 

to be rebuilt formidable

with a sense of understanding.

As the moon makes its motion

the castle gets demandingly thrown

just until peace brisks the horizon.

Fortifying the defenses 

outside and within the temple walls

the sand castle crystallizes its crevices.

armed and ready at the drum's roar, 

able to withstand a throw once more.