The Beach

The sand between my toes
the wind upon my face
the crumbling of the waves
spews salt into the air

A dog barks and jumps at the wind
a fight with an imaginary foe
a scatter of paw prints
is drawn into the sand

The sand swirls across the flat
the wind whips through my hair
the sun peeks from behind a cloud
then hides herself once more

No coffee shops no churches
no clubs no bars
no metro no mall
or pointless city hall

I'm home
I'm where I belong
I'm the salt
the sand

The beach

About Roger Keays

Roger Keays is an artist, an engineer, and a student of life. He has no fixed address and has left footprints on 40-something different countries around the world. Roger is addicted to surfing. His other interests are music, psychology, languages, the proper use of semicolons, and finding good food.