The beach is best at night.
The tug of warm washed waves on the sand
and the coolness of the grains
falling in between your toes
like sugar off a spoon…
Each time I walk the line
between the ocean and the land
bent down, with my hands out in the water
and my feet sinking in the sand,
I picture those across the sea
their own feet sinking on a shore in Spain
looking out across the waves,
the sea filling the divide between us.
The moon illuminating man and tide.
And in this quiet moment
there is nothing else alive.
Written Spring 2010