I walked along a private beach
That drifted to the sea
And watched the water pound the shore
As if in search of me.

My footsteps left a faded path
Impressed upon the sand,
That vanished in the watery grasp
Controlled by nature’s hand.

Each breath exhausted from my lips
Was taken by the breeze
That whirled in fury for my space
That it could never seize.

I tried to capture all the peace
That dwelled within this place,
So I could calm my inner soul
That did not have a trace…

© Poem and Photo by Teresa A. Pitts