this is my favorite time at the beach

when the wind is strong and deafening
spraying sea.
when lovers come to be
and hold hands.
when the seagulls fly backwards
and the beach is cliffed
boasting its shell mosaic
and picnics.
when you have to run from the waves
mid-chapter
and treasure hunters cut the waves with hope.
when old men meet to talk about their wives
and other business deals.
when families are calmed
from the sun.
when i am surrounded by everything
and nothing.