I stare down the beach Past the sand It's gradient Shifting from light to dark Dry and fluffy to wet and hard Past the water line Where children Play summer games Where summer is Still a verb Past the tiny frigid waves That quickly conquer The body Past the buoys That trigger Shrill whistles For errant swimmers Testing boundaries Past the powerboats Racing towards theΒ Β Weekend Past the improbable ******* Momentary refuge As temporary as a beautiful Summer day Past the sailboats And their Loitering indifference Past them all to the horizon An illusion Of affinity A paradoxical Infinity where cobalt skies And azure seas Conspire To never meet