All the beauty in the world is contained in a grain of sand.
Once a rock, a shell, a bone
Tumbled by history
Tossed through the sea
Atoms traveling, changing, constantly evolving
New forms ~excerpt from poem
The Tuxedo Archives: Vol. 2010
, Article 6.
Available at: http://scholar.dominican.edu/tuxedolit/vol2010/iss1/6