Knee Deep

Inspiration found 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.

The ones worth keeping, I slip into my pocket like a treasured collection of seashells.

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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.

Unseen bars frame my view of their flight.

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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.

Exhaustion pulls like an undertow, threatening to drown me in its embrace.