The Beach

It's silent here except for a seagull squeaking.

I walk deep in thought, letting the gritty

yet smooth sand squelch between my toes,

come over me. It's nice here and peaceful

and without the world's distractions

and yet I know it will be dinner soon, and I must get back,

but I stay just a little longer.

I close my eyes, take a deep breath.

The air is cold, filled with moisture.

I breathe a second time,

this time I listen to the waves crash heavily

then bubble as if gasping for air

then as if playing a game they run quickly back.