Saturday, April 11, 2009

Rhythm and Stillness

Saturday, April 11, 2009
The swirls of white pound across the sand
A gentle spray misting up, coating the air
With a thick, luxuriant salt taste
The wind carries the smell of the sea
The sounds of the surf

The water recedes around my feet
Dragging tiny grains of sand with it
I push down with my toes
Feeling the strength of the water sink them
Watching them disappear beneath the beach

The wind against my face feels like promise, like life
A moment here, with toes in the sand
Brings a world of possibilities to my mind
It's a quiet kind of hope
And I feel my soul lighten with every wave


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