At the packed sand
the toes nudge…
Each step a stumble
Grain over grain, sliding
giving way underneath…
Compromising.
Wave after wave,
foam on dark
rolling barrels…
Slices of white, shimmering
imperfect reflections
of the imperfect.
Turn, look.
The bold prints,
assuring their existence
Firm and deep, just
before they are swept
Away.
