Beachy

I like the way the sun spills across the sand,

wet, down by the tide line

where the laughing edges of what’s left of the wave after it breaks

dance out of line in bubbles and foam,

sometimes leaving a foamy scrim

on the wet sand, down below the castles,

hermit crabs skittering away,

fiddler crabs scurrying past beached horseshoes

and an occasional flaccid jellyfish.

The tide pools bewitch me with their play of light and water,

defying the laws of physics,

these microcosms in minutae,

oceans on the beach.