A Wigwam for a Goose's Bridle

you tell me
it’s just a grain of sand
minute
nothing
inconsequential
why must i always make mountains out of molehills?
but i don’t
i make beaches
or rather, i experience the beaches you make
a single grain of sand is almost nothing
but a small number are enough
to notice within my shoe as i walk
and the grains you’ve offered me,
they’re a beach