The beach is strewn
With a thousand
Shells, rocks, sticks, fossils.
Each has a story to tell
Of how it came to be
Here.
Every day something new
Speaks to me.
Though seemingly random,
There is a timeless march
Of water, sea and sand.
A gull swoops down for breakfast.
Waves slosh against rocks and shore.
Pulling back to leave their
Cross hatch vestiges
Which perplex me.
It is here
Day after day
Time immemorial
My present.
