Sand Between My Toes # 42

At the beach
Ditch Plains
>A gray Sunday morning in late July__
Sitting on a weathered wooden chair
Weekenders wandering the strand in Montauk hoodies__
I
In jeans shirt and trousers
My cuffs rolled
Not thinking of Michaelangelo
Or TS Eliot__
Breathe
Again
Breathe
A sip of coffee
A day off
A calm ocean
A surfing school bobbing on calf-high swell
Two tourist fishing boats
Close to shore
Anglers hanging lines off the port side
Two young blonde girls
Sipping smoothie
Sand between their toes__
I shut my eyes
Smell the sea
Listen to the waves
Rippling on the sand
Content without worry
For my family or friends or the world
Free of worries for myself
With sand beteween my toes___
80 of the 360 degrees
Around me
My vision
Freed of people
The horizon from Shagmoor Bluff to the Ditch Plains rocks
Just sea and sky and me
Content
Alone
With the sound of waves in my ears___
And sand between my toes

Later

Walking west I comb the beach for flotsam, mostly plastic borne to shore by the tides. Invisible to people, but I dream of a world before THE GRADUATE and a future without plastic.

Later

Taking the 11:47 train to Jamaica then Atlantic Terminal and a walk across Fort Greene walk home to Myrtle Avenue. Sand in my toes all the way.