The Beach

The beach sits still in the

Summer morn, the easterly

Hidden beyond the dunes

Couple of Italian men walking

Speedos, vigorously talking

The water is cool today.

My mind sits sparkling, clear

And cool, its depths clear and green

The peace and the still

And teh echoed conversation

'Tween the beach, the groyne, the water

My soul is light today.

Yet even here, I know shall return

The storms that hurl sand at me

Turn over the waters

Upend the calm stillness

Bellow discord, wash in change, but

The beach is calm today.