Salty waves break atop my freckled feet.
Sand gives way under my sinking heels.
Any residual bare skin is winnowed
in grey fog before a protesting sea.
Age has crumbled into tides that wear
down stone & shell, & bone quelled into
unrecognizable particles that still dance.
Women & men dissolve into a breach
that opens & closes like a batting eye.
Watered down fractions of time
ripple away into swallowing current
& are thrashed onto shore,
whose only desire in life is to lie
peacefully amid other battered souls.