Beach Sand by Raymond A. Foss
Maybe it is the memories
the change of pace that brings us there
the sense of vacation
maybe the smell of the place
the sights of the gulls, the dunes, the grasses
but oh it is the feel of it,
the crunch and slide of it
the feeling of beach sand
so different from dirt, soil, loam
no, not earthy, moist, rich,
but oh so granular and gritty
even when wet,
moveable paper spreading under toes
sliding beneath the soles
smoothing my skin
clearing my mind
unburdening me of the rest
drawing me to the tactile, the feel
of beach sand
This poem sums up what a beach holiday is about for me. Clearing my mind, unburdening my brain, although smoothing the skin may be asking a little too much these days.
I love how the salt and sand clean my wedding rings, a clean and shiny renewal for the year to come.
P.S I'm at that beach at the moment so excuse me if I don't reply to your comments, see you soon!
