Dispatches from Folly Beach......

When come the beach
to your toes
and all ten of em’ curl
into
dense wet sand
froth
foam
and water
run up feet
around and past ankles,
inviting chills run
up leg
through body
and out hairs all over.

In the background
everywhere
Whoosh and Shushes
of waves break
and an unending cycle
of waters run course and distance
push
reach
halt
and recede to wash again the back heels of feet
and everything
brought to the sun and sand
is slowly shed
with the run down the beach
to where the water comes.