in the sand

as the sounds of water tap near my feet

do i clap my hands together for a whole different

beat? and the waves of the sand echos a message

in a rhythm that only my heartbeat can appreciate

and then I withdraw my mind and tilt my head back

as if the world around me needed to just hear a bottle

and send a letter back across the pond and await

what to do next and yet as the birds circle around

my bread i feel like tossing them piece, by piece

and evening through dawn and back i just watch the sky

and feel it's shadow over me and I'm calm