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Beach Walk Pondering
Each morn at dawn I stroll along
the ocean's sandy shore,
the beach.
Each day it's different,
but always it's as it's ever been,
malleable,
resilient.
Sea and beach - what a perfect pair, a couple
holding hands, together, since time began.
Particles of sand, remnants of shells
obliterated to grit, eroded to dust
by the pounding of waves relentless.
The grain flecks flock, they
huddle and cuddle together as sand.
Barefoot, I strive to find an easy path
along the edge, where the sand is
neither too soft nor too hard.
Where the sand cushions my footfall steps
without sinking too deep,
without making a tiring drag.
I am ashamed to leave footprints
scarring the seashore's face.
But along the edge, the sea and tide
will heal the cuts, bruises and blotches,
I make each morn.
Soon, the beach will repair itself
to be perfectly smooth again,
making a mirror to glisten
and shine the sun's reflection.
As I look back,
my footprints have gone.
For the beach malleable, resilient
is the perfect sea barrier,
far better than us mere mortals could make.
It erodes and returns like the tide,
It forms dunes to shield the vegetation
It absorbs and quells the dashing waves
It says cheers to the froth, bubbles and spray
transforming them into white bridal vales,
as the sea and beach renew their vows,
malleable,
resilient.
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