Sandcastles

Digging moats for the sandcastles Drifwood floats. Breezes blow my Damp, sticky hair with seagulls Swooping down and around I keep working, listening to their Soulful cries. Small life peppers White sand, scampering into abandoned Homes. Waves break crashing to shore Ocean spray splashes over my face The moats flood and the boats sink Tall castle walls are diminishing Back onto the warm sand under my feet I feel cleansed free and grounded