Below the knee deep sunny surf The wide expanse of foam and blue The sky above the sandy shore The sun shining down on you. The short brown grass, the distant gulls The lapping sense of clear water, salt a ship a dot on the horizon out there And I too a dot to the sailors at sea. Call! Call! Gulls, like living mediterrean clouds A bumble bee from the grass up high By the sandy country road that brought us here. Little fish nibble, gently, like starfish kisses, over my toes, ankle deep, like a bathtub anchored on the shore. Going on about their business, enjoying the sunshine same as me. Beach.