Inspiration gleaned on the sandbar, Chaplin Community Park Beach, Hilton Head Island, June 15, 2015
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I stand as thoughts roll in on crests of foamy white.
Some join the million grains of sand burying my toes;
others are pulled back headlong and lost in the depths.
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I watch as terns fly towards tomorrow’s sunrise.
Some soar on breezes the scurrying crabs at my feet know nothing of;
others dive, breaking the surface, intent on survival.
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I listen as waves pound the shore.
Some generate tiny whirlpools between the sandbars;
others churn the water into a brown morass of broken dreams.