After the storm, the heaving energetic sea cleared a path for healing soles. And souls.
Foamy pulses found their way into each crack and crevice
Forming new channels and escape routes to return to the one.
Laying down new layers of soft sand to smooth a path for tired feet.
The gulls basked in a warm and tingling air
Swept fresh by Ellen, or so the storm was called
While busy Turnstones fetched up on newly laid sand and salty seaweed
And little children ran away from the rushing waves.
Oh, take me away on the tide
And toss me about on the breeze
Electrify my senses
And cleanse my beating heart
A World of Wanders 