Feeling like the sea, a single wave blushing blue, gathering momentum only to fall flat on my face, broken and soggy to start all over again.
Feel the beach with my hands, scrabble at the sand like a dog ready to bury a bone, but am pinged back in as an elastic band. Why does that happen and who is to blame?
Written: April 2014. Explanation: A poem written in my own time, fairly personal, and another in my ongoing series of beach/sea pieces.