If I Close My Eyes

there is a sheeesey sound as water slides up and around then all through me as the wave is swallowed by the sand making clucking sounds as bubbles pop in a final burp of sandy breath along the shore all shorn and smoothly worn from countless liquid sanding strokes shells and stones are tossed to grind in a kaleidoscope of nature’s weave of textures muted hues of earth in harmony with the sea I wait for the breech of the next wave song to come and playfully tickle my shins as the foam dances together with air that teaches me softness in its evaporated bliss with closed eyes this memory finds me 9-17-2020 'COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE(12) any theme any form' Poetry Contest