A Gentle Place

The sands scrunch under my bare toes
and the sea water licks my ankles
wet, cool and salty.
The sounds of the gulls fill my ears
and the wind my heart.
Perhaps some more gentle place
where the sun plays
and the wind blows
and the trees and grasses conspire
to fill the empty space
left when the rain washed away
every trace
every everything
that I tried to hold...................