Once I filled my hand with mist.
Then I opened it and lo, the mist was a worm.
And I closed and opened my hand again, and behold there was a bird.
And again I closed and opened my hand, and in its hollow stood a man with a
         sad face, turned upward.
And again I closed my hand, and when I opened it there was naught but mist.
But I heard a song of exceeding sweetness.

This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on April 2, 2022, by the Academy of American Poets.

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Sand and Foam was first published in 1926 by Alfred A. Knopf.