touching wet sand – v3

Turning East for but a moment
a small detour on my workday travels;
Maybe stopping for five minutes,
to go, to linger, to savor,
feeling the pull of the sea.
 
Hearing the tides, the ocean,
walking towards the familiar dunes;
Touching wet sand, the water,
connecting to the ancient, the primordial,
a simpler time on this path, this earth.
 
A casting in the liquid earth,
as temporary as the tides
the moving waters, a breath;
Lingering but for a moment
gone before I turn ‘round.

 
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Edited January 23, 2023

touching wet sand – v3

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Edited January 21, 2023

touching wet sand – v2

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January 21, 2023

touching wet sand

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