Night Walk: Poem 17 of 30

National Poetry Month:  Poem 17 of 30

Maybe it's because today is my friend Connie's birthday.  Maybe it's because the sun is shining.  Maybe it's because I wish I were sitting by the beach.  Whatever the reason, I decided today was the day for an ocean poem.  

Night Walk

Sand wraps around my feet,

wet,

smooth, 

as my toes dig deeper,

water pulls the sandy earth

away from me.

I look out 

across the ocean,

the line of brown

turns to midnight blue,

darkness erases

the setting sun

turning the purples, oranges, reds,

a deep ebony.

Mighty waves 

crash upon the shore,

white foam spraying,

as the water

deserts the beach

to greet the moon.

As far as I can see

endless sky,

black.

Flashlights dance 

along the water's edge,

children run along the waves.

Stars shine,

gazing at the world below. 

Water returns to the ocean

uncovering miles of beach

exposing once buried treasures.

The water roars 

a night song.

I stand there

at the ocean's edge:

strong,

endless,

saying goodbye.