THE COVE

Sand slipping through my fingers,
Sand through my toes.
Water lapping at my feet like a dog calmly licking,
On a bright, sunny day,
Letting time fly,
Waiting for the ocean to reply. 

Sitting in my cove. 
Waves washing gently.
Thinking of how far we drove,
I smile, intently.

Water rushing,
Sitting on the edge.
The shells were blushing,
The water pouring over the ledge
My feet gripped on a board,
On top of a wave.
I surfed, I explored,
The ocean I crave.

It all comes rushing back, rushing back.