At the sea

The sand flows and oozes 

through my toes and the 

music of the waves is the

soundscape to this my

quiet content being here

for none other than myself:

alone in the universal mystery

and miracle of feeling the sand,

and hearing the waves, and

sensing the breeze on my skin,

and tasting the subtle salt of the air,

mingled gently with the sun’s 

smooth fingers on my tingling face.