Beach Sand, by Raymond A. Foss

Maybe it is the memoriesthe change of pace that brings us therethe sense of vacation
maybe the smell of the place
the sights of the gulls, the dunes, the grassesbut oh it is the feel of it,

the crunch and slide of itthe feeling of beach sand
so different from dirt, soil, loam
no, not earthy, moist, rich,but oh so granular and gritty
even when wet,
moveable paper spreading under toes
sliding beneath the solessmoothing my skinclearing my mind
unburdening me of the rest
drawing me to the tactile, the feel
of beach sand