Beach

• Lawrence Ling , Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2008

I walk along the jagged wasteland
Where sharp stone reaches out of the earth’s sandy flesh,
Where white wisps float around without objective,
Careless and free.
Foaming water gently embraces the earth,
Running up and down the stretching sand,
Consuming more territory with every lap,
Dragging the land further into the watery abyss.
The tortured sand, billions of grains peppered with broken purple shells,
Reddens the merciless sea.
The soft, grainy ground sinks and crumbles beneath my feet
Leaving a small crater in front of the hundreds behind it in single file.
The sea soon reaches out once more, taking with it my footprints,
The only evidence of my presence, washed away and gone forever.