The sound of wind and waves divert my thoughts
And lure me down into the tide and sand.
The spray of water, tiny grains do plot
And kneeling, I accede to its wet hand.
The ebb and flow caress my hands and feet.
I lay against its flesh; it bathes my core.
I feel its strength begin to wane, recede;
I follow as it leads me down the shore.
Another morning from afar I see
Another kneel into its moist embrace.
I watch the naked other yell in glee;
The tide’s white foam splashing his chest and face.
I disjoin my soul from the tide’s sweet bait,
My knot moves chest-ward; I accept my fate.