I often visit the beach on Saturdays
I feel the sand slip through my fingertips
I bury myself within it sometimes
And I admire the passing ships
I build castles and dreams, decorate them with pebbles
I wet my feet in the flow, and I watch the salt water cleanse
Let the waves crash upon my person
And carry my thoughts all immense
I write on the beach, scratching away with my paper
I let the rhythm of the ocean drive away my inner commotion
And in those repeated motions
I let my problems fade to insignificance
I sit on the rock where the wave cannot reach me
And I let the pain out with a scream, otherwise it’ll breach me
Because I think the blue water sees me
Just as I see myself reflected
I commit my thoughts to paper
So they’d pass through and not be neglected