Standing on the soft beach,
The shining Pacific tide
Laps at my feet
And turquoise waters, warm,
Rhythmic, pulsing,
Invite me in.
Small stones ride with the tide,
Rushing helter skelter on the beach
Tumbled, smoothed and redefined,
All their cares washed away.
A larger wave approaches;
Now cresting,
Reaching up into the air,
It breaks just before the shore
Where earth, water and air meet,
And then as quickly
Retreats, rolling the stones away.
The sand disappears from under my feet
And in an instant, my cares vanish too.