But It Grabs Hold Poem by Janak Desai

I create a field of sand
and then a mound,
fun enough to be neck deep,

trivial it may seem, at the time,
...but it grabs hold,
the feet seem unable to free
the breath, few & far between
the power unseen,

and it continues to grow,
the mound ever so wide
the height rises,

the pleasure, then
that saturated the heart
begins to part
as if through a hole in the heart

I then,
wish for the ocean to come ashore
to do my chore,
unleash a tidal wave
to unearth me from the cave,
But the wave fizzles;

and...
i wonder Why! !
why do i wonder?