Where Angels Rest Poem by Marcia Schechinger

Cool waves softly stretch
breathing in the wind
slightly covering
sand's warm body
The tempo rises and falls
as a breeze ascends the waves to shore
with white foam
then swallows them back again
Like a duet they play
the wind and water,
moving in methodical rhythm
harmonious with my heartbeat
Surf sweeps gently
as if imploring
for peaceful tranquility
Here I sit,
quietly thinking,
this must be where angels rest