Monday, November 16, 2020

Beach Time

You step onto the sand and time slows right down.
It’s the sound. The whispered boom of surf.
It surrounds you, goes for miles up and down the shore,
fills your head with boundless echoes.

It’s not the same when you heard it from the parking lot, the boardwalk, with flat concrete and traffic clamor at your back. Echoes crowded into canyons. Tension tracked your body-clock.

But here, with every sinew-string unwound
the ocean drowns you, swallows you.
You are lost.
You are found.

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