I stand looking down from a sand cliff; what once was a very long stretch of pristine beach has changed drastically in the last two years. The shoreline is migrating landward. The Gulf, with its rhythmic churning action, and ever rising tides are eating away at the barriers between humans and nature.
rides the roadway
My husband moves closer to me, nothing needs to be said; the hollow roar of the surf returns, draws back and then returns with a note of anger. When all thoughts are exhausted, we walk back to our little weather beaten cottage; even our screen door moans.
a small lizard
over my shoe
Perhaps: shorelines are temporary, and will only exist as long as the ocean permits; what the ocean takes from one part of the shoreline it gives to another.
in open window
the smell of salty air