Gravels and damp sand -

motes of planet earth and

fragments of the soil,

slithering slowly beneath my feet

as the columns of tides surge

and scatter into foam

-claimed by the ocean

before

they reach the azure above.

I sense the moist chill

on my open cheek and neck

as the humid wind hurls

and struggles to re-shape the scape of the shore

that's as fickle as the

thoughts

of an

innocent

malleable

child.

My bare unprotected feet

sunken into the sand,

- slowly being deluged by the

watery salty body

of serenity

and of greatness

and of hope.

I FEEL the pulse of the universe

and float on nature's vibe.

The wind encompasses me

touches me

and sculpts me into a fraction

of a

greatness that seems

infinite

instead of leaving me one

tiny

fragile

being.