At the Beach

Here, at the beach
I watch how the tide moves out,
leaving me broken sea shells
to gather, left and right
beneath the November sky.<

Grains of sand,
caught in sea's embrace,
so soon to be swept away
by the turbulent waves,
unpredictable like the wind.

Here, at the beach
I watch how the tide moves out,
leaving me with my memories
to gather, left and right,
such is the surge of Life.