The Turning Tide
Relishing the sunlight caressing your skin,
the heat soaking down to your bones, try
wriggling yourself a groove in the pebbles
and shells worn smooth by endless buffeting.
Let sea spray lightly kiss your lips, sea salt
scrunch your hair, then close your eyes matching
your breathing to the crashing waves, and wait
for the ebb and flow to claim all the flotsam
and jetsam floating inside your mind.