I don’t like sand.
It’s coarse and rough
And irritating,
And it gets everywhere.

Not like here.
Here,
Everything is soft
And smooth.

I don’t like rocks.
The cliffs and bluffs.
Dead, unchanging,
And going nowhere.

Not like here.
Here,
Everything can grow
And move.

I like it here;
Here
With you,
My love.

Not like there.
There
Is nothing to see.
Not anywhere.