walking up
the beach
and i discover
i’ve mistaken
my bone for shell,
my blood for the tides
my naked footprints
are lost with the glyphs
a plover left behind,
her message wave-washed
into the bay and out to sea
feet salted and sandy, hair
damp from the glaucous spray
skin caramel under noon sun
© 2017, poem and photograph of the beach in San Francisco along Lincoln Highway near the Cliff House, Jamie Dedes (The Poet by Day & Coffee, Tea and Poetry), All rights reserved
I want to be there! Thank you!
Me too! LOL! All from memory and a photo I took a few years ago. Can’t walk in the sand anymore. You’d love it there though. And the Cliff House Restaurant looks over the day and seal rock. Lovely!
Me too. I can feel that glaucous spray. Lots of touch and feel in this poem, Jamie. My skin, however, would be red not caramel!