Grainy, eternal sands,
ground up, ancient seashells
go on as far as
the eye can see.
The mystical image
of the blue oceans,
curling up into waves,
crashing on the shoreline.

The taste of salt stings
my nose and mouth,
as the whitecaps carry me
where they wish.
My legs dangle in the
swirling blue.

I can feel the luminous sun
shining on my back,
its rays reaching out
in loving embrace.

I swim back to the crowded beach,
grabbing a large, warm towel
and wrapping it around me.
I sigh, quite content,
as I watch the children
run and play.

Elizabeth Troup
Author