I Left You At The Shore

The last wave I saw curled a little at the edges.  It was dark gray with a white beard.  Old man of the sea.  He was angry today.
Growling and throwing punches that carved at the banks.
I walked along holding my jacket close as the wind blew at my back and sent sheets of sand ahead of my feet.
The water was cold and tiny bubbles burst when they hit the sand.
Looking ahead I saw a brave gull.
He flew an erratic path until meeting with another among the sea oat curtain.
Why I was there can't be answered.
I was looking for my foot prints from before.
I saw a small one and remembered when my child scampered this beach.
I saw a car tread and remembered innocent lovers watching the sunset from the front seat.
My bicycle used to roll on the packed sand and take me further than I cared to stroll.
Was it yesterday that you smelled like suntan lotion and salt?
I strolled along the sand that has belonged to this haven
since God created it.
My feet carry away specks of grit that cling to my toes.
Some are carried inside and find their way into my shoes.
Each grain a memory of where I have travelled.
I will return when seas are calm
and waves are clear.
You will still be there.
Cathy
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