your pulse, is wave coming ashore in foam
popping the suffacants in life without hesitation
since that is what occurs
The sand, rides on top
sometimes in the air ,
the borders between the elemental exchange
and sometimes draged back to find the rolling tide
submerging itself deeper and deeper
Was it the wind against the house
The rain making a creek
the drying earth ,now that summer is going ?
or was it you along the walk before you left
which you already knew?