You can’t take it with you

They say

When you go

I want to take it with me
This beach

My second home

And now it’s time to return to 

My first one

I try 

In photos that I took

Long breaths full of sea air

Grains of sand

That tangle in my hair

The pages of a book

A towel

Things that I will shake out later

And feel icing sugar soft powder

Drift 

Sift

Through the air

One day I’ll live here

I say to myself

To comfort the longing

To take it with me

It reminds me of lesser things

We spend much of our lives
Gathering 

Collecting

Hoarding

Protecting

Insuring

When we should be breathing

Believing

Doing

Creating

Enjoying

Laughing

Being

Absorbing

Because we can’t take it with us

When we go