by Mary E. Lowd
Feet frozen from the ice cold water
So numb, I can’t feel the sand
The sun keeps dropping lower
This is where I’ve chosen to stand
While waves push and pull at my ankles
The feeling of time folds over
And over, like the sun rising and setting
Again every day
The waves and my mind
And time… have all run together
In a way, I’ll be standing here forever
Returning to this memory any time
My feet touch the sand