Erosion

Photo by jim gade on Unsplash

My bare feet are cold and the squishy ground rises up between my toes.

It isn’t raining, it isn’t dry.

I breathe in the cloud around me and the salty ocean scent surrounds me.

I can’t see the waves but I can hear them crash into the rocky shore.

I am stone and one day I will be sand.

I am smooth and shiny but the waves and salt will turn me to sand.

And the wind will blow and carry me home.