Beat, beat, beat

breathe in

 

My heart and lungs

they already know

 

Waves know just when

to bend

 

The crest crashes

when it feels high enough 

 

The seagull glides

by pulling on air

 

Sand crystals swirl

around half-buried twigs

 

Sea foam blows

down the body of the beach

 

Clouds rush

to reveal the warmth of September

 

Sea oats already know

how to sway

 

Come sit with me

I already made room for you

 

 

© Candice Reineke 2019