I pad my feet onto the grainy sand,
while crashing waves tag and chase
my toes on the shoreline.
The salty morning air
whispers in my ear and breathes
it’s secrets of hope.

The hope
is small and miniscule, like the sand
grains in my hair, small like my breaths
as seagulls chase
one another, who dip and dive through the air
as the morning sun greets the shoreline.

In the distance, the glimmering shoreline
gives me hope
for a new day hidden in the sea air.
The water is closer now, catching the sand
in a game of hide and seek, chasing
its target. No time to breathe.

Infinite breaths
could never explain the way the crystal blue shoreline
in the sunset makes my heart beat; as the moon chases
the sun from its home and hopes
to reflect it’s glowing beams onto the pale sand,
time seems to stop mid-air.

The night air
thickens, and my shallow breaths
catch in my throat. The cold wet sand
sticks to my feet, escapes the shoreline,
and reminds me of new possibilities. I hope
for more nights like this, chasing

nothing but time. The moon returns back to the earth and chases
the stars through the air
of dawn. The cascading waves of calm surf bring hope.
Hope washes over me, soothing my breathing.
The rocky shoreline
and sands

are my escape, my hope for new life. I left the smoggy and dusty city air, to stand
toes in the sand, salt in my hair, and a free heart in my hands. I chased my dreams to the coast.
As I watch the shoreline, my breath matches the cadence of the waves and I feel peace again.