Jersey Beach
A hot day at the beach
scours the brain clean
of everything
but the anticipation
of the icy, cold ocean.
Entering the water
is like a game of double dutch,
catching a break between the waves
to rush in.
Back on the beach I lie
one ear to the ground and listen.
The depths of sand, grain on dark grain,
is a sound chamber vibrating
with every footstep above.
A seagull arcs overhead
a brief shadow across my eye.