Edge

IMG_5342Muddy fingers of wave grasp

then recede, walled in

by thick curled lip of sand.

I walk the foam edge,

as sun capes my shoulders

into heady ocean mist and

seaweed anklets.

Drawn to the tension of

caving sand

as it releases into wide ocean eternity

empowered

like distant sky

or pelican peering into peaks

of glassy wave,

its prey finite

like sand in an hourglass

or shells in the palm of my hand.

stagnant, salt tinged.

I cast the sweaty treasures

upon the sand

to rinse in watery color

where they melt into the sea.

Life teems below where

bubbles form over tiny holes

with the brush of wave never ceasing.

Wind driven foamy spray

spewing out ocean gutters

like rain.

 

I run fast and hard on the grainy surface

quickly to make an impression

an imprint of foot,

tasting ocean brine and salty wave-

to outrun where sand meets foam.

heart thumping louder

than wave and collapse into the

changing tide.

 

The grip of wave loosens

and my fingers cast

sweaty treasures upon

the sand

to rinse in watery color

where they melt into the sea.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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