As the wave laps out
Over the pane of sand
The moon reflects momentarily
Perfect and round mirrored
There is a sound
After the last small break
Finest grit sandpaper polishing
Circles on a smooth wood surface
Shhhhh of energy quieting
Plays out
Silence comes
Goes the thin water receding
Back into the body
From where it came
Water returning to water
The mimed moon disappears
The soft lap licking
My feet fades away
A cycle repeating
Saved and spent
Push and pull no matter
If I leave the shore
Lanning Lee 