Beach Poem by Jay L. Morris

I find myself drawn to the beach
day after day but can't always go
and watch the sunrise
or sunset if it's late
Standing at the water's edge
with the gentle waves
tugging at my toes
Feeling a urge to return
to the sea.
to wonder, to leave
a troubled world behind
but vaguely remember
the sea had troubles of it's own.
But, standing at the border
between rock and water
the waves pounding into
a foamy spray
It is nice to believe
I have a choice
to stay or go
at the beach.