Tide                                                                                                    

          Tide turning.
         Gravel grinding.
      Salty air slaps senses.
                    Seagulls squawk.
                  Eyes opened. Startled
                           by blue sky.
               Turquoise waves
               crested with 
           white foam.

         Eyes closed.
        Drowning
    in sounds,
      tastes
     and 
  touches.
       Sorrow
       brought in
         on the tide.