Crashing Waves

Disappearing footprints

Waves crashed onto the sand, erasing.

I took another step imprinting my foot,

only to have the water crash down on

the sand, erasing again.

The tide washed shells to shore,

some whole, some broken.

I tried to beat the next wave

to the seashells for my collection.

The sun beat down on my back,

warming me and I stilled,

burrowing my feet in wet sand.

Waves pounded my red legs,

burned by a long hot day in the sun.

Staring through darkened lenses

I saw the sun pinned up,

hovering in the blue sky,

a light over endless water.

It was a moment to be

written down, remembered.

© Joanne Troppello