PASS-A-GRILLE BEACH

She loved it all.
The scent of salt air
and the roughness of the sand between her toes.
But most of all she loved the water;
iridescent blue green further out
and a mix of silt and seaweed near the shore.
The waves lapped against her breasts
as she searched for what was needed.
It was only a sandbar forever moving with the seasons
and the wayward ocean storms.
No matter, it held memories of better times;
of days filled with summer bliss and a hint of tomorrow
gliding through her younger mind.
She smiled, keeping her head above the building surf,
as her feet found purchase on the hidden spit of sand below.
“Yes,” she whispered, allowing herself to finally float away,
“sand dollars and dead shells, still there from long ago.”