Beach Therapy

Translucent turquoise tide pools soft shimmer on the sand, mirrors for vain seagulls, bathtubs for crusty crabs. The tide slap lapping on the beach, cavorting up and down the shore with sounds of gentle laughter mixing tumbling rocks and broken shells. Adrift along a fantasy, stretched out upon the sand; my mind a merry fishhook baiting dreams like fishermen. Above, the sky’s bright powder puff has rouged my cheeks like shells, spritzed freckles across my nose, brown spray amid the swells. Days like these cannot be bought nor pursued as treasured store; you stumble on them, mindlessly, whether rich or whether poor. A gift to lift your hefty load, from life’s harsh grind, reprieve; lay back, let salt sea breezes blow and feel your stress unwind. Copyright, May 1, 2022