beach scene, a poem

walking up
the beach
and i discover
i’ve mistaken
my bone for shell,
my blood for the tides

my naked footprints
are lost with the glyphs
a plover left behind,
her message wave-washed
into the bay and out to sea

feet salted and sandy, hair
damp from the glaucous spray
skin caramel under noon sun

© 2017, poem and photograph of the beach in San Francisco along Lincoln Highway near the Cliff House, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved



One Comment on “beach scene, a poem

  1. Your beautiful poem returns me to past days on the beach. The sun and breeze restore your body and the sound of the sea returns you to your higher self and the peace therein

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