Attuned
it's those summer walks alone
that bring me the most joy
the poignant sky slow kissing the ocean
blushing into little pink splashes
before the waves build and crash
cascading over rocky barriers
the endless miles of beach
unexplored by anyone
since the tide had receded
my prints, fresh, fading behind me
faster than i can walk
the little clusters of its bottom litter the edge
awaiting the next rip current to carry it back out
while a flock of gulls runs along
trying to pick through this rubbish
for an easy meal before its gone again
the air teases the senses with scents
of new and old, familiar, unfamiliar,
pleasant, unpleasant, mixed together
yet it becomes a pleasure somehow
the endless ebb and flow
and the unexplained roar
have a melancholy feel
like a song you never heard
you can feel the beat and hum along
without words....
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2016
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