Spit and the Ocean

Spit and the Ocean The sand spits at me as I walk an uninvited interloper content in my inane belief I leave disappearing footprints. Theft, pilferage, armed robbery, committed in covetous collusion, sunrises seared into memory, plagiarized in dreams. Thundering timpani of surf rolling rounded stones, salty chime of windblown sand peppering the sea wall, distant fog horn tuba - ushers in the dimly lit aisles following history’s lights through shifting shoals. The air shrieks, the ocean growls, the sand burns, the brine stings, the surf - in foaming rage - erases all sign of my presence, spitting as I walk away. 1/29/2016