{"id":2401,"date":"2026-08-13T16:09:00","date_gmt":"2026-08-13T16:09:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/?p=2401"},"modified":"2026-08-30T13:41:59","modified_gmt":"2026-08-30T13:41:59","slug":"sandbar","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/?p=2401","title":{"rendered":"Sandbar"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
We are at the ends of Earth
They lounge on towels,
eyes outward, oblivious
Canvas totes and Birks tossed on dark sand
I see it coming before they do
Water pours in all around us
I call for them to notice;
squeal and point 
at threatened bags and Tevas.
\"Grab them! They'll float away! The water's coming!\"
But they are caught in a moment,
they roll their eyes, wave me off,
no time for fear this sunset.
The waters rush in,
Erasing any memory 
of a beach in between two waters.
As the strip of sand recedes into depths,
a trio of tiny children stampede past us
in the direction of the disappearing edge.
Charging the waves, 
all giggles and adrenaline,
they run on water, little gods.
A magic attaches to being alive and wild
on a sandbar 
as the tide swells in and over
swallowing everything 
but wonder.<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
\u201cSandbar,\u201d a brief moment of being at the end of the Earth as tides rise on a sandbar at Cousins Island, ME, written Thursday, August 13, 2026 poem 225 in a series of 365 poems written by Diana Ludwick in 2026. Photo: “The Ends of the Earth on Cousins Island, ME, USA,”  by Diana Ludwick \u00a9 2026.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":2422,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,1573,1572,2,776],"tags":[2184,2343,2350,2338,2347,182,1838,2339,2286,2337,2340,2341,2349,134,2342,2351,2348,2344,2346,2345,628],"class_list":["post-2401","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-2026-poetry-challenge","category-generational-of-place","category-of-place","category-poems","category-short-form-musings","tag-august","tag-birks","tag-canvas-totes","tag-cousins-island","tag-erasing-the-memory","tag-family-dynamics","tag-high-summer","tag-high-tide","tag-maine","tag-sandbar","tag-sisters","tag-sneakers","tag-squeal","tag-summer","tag-tevas","tag-the-ends-of-the-earth","tag-tiny-children","tag-totes","tag-towels","tag-waters","tag-wonder"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2401","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2401"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2401\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2566,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2401\/revisions\/2566"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/2422"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2401"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2401"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2401"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}