The air tastes pure but

but the sand finds it’s way to my toes

The sound of crashing waves is the most

peaceful sound I know

but my sandals catch more scratching

sand the further out I go

I can sit here snacking on cubes of cheese

but at least one grain of sand will find my teeth

In this place where I feel the most like me

is this grating stuff that won’t let me be

So here’s my secret

I only need a few perfect breaths

Where all of my attention is on the peaceful crest

Between crashing waves

and on the breeze against my neck and on my snack

And the grains o sand are a forgotten past

For a few breaths at best

Perfect rest