Strolling Beachside

Erosian used so many

ebb tides to erase

the part of land children

used – where toes

swallowed in the sand

and a gush of chilled

water swept over

your dive into

Northumberland Strait.

A crowd of onlookers

from the Trenholm

clan hollered instructions

about getting dry

and I listened – stubbed

my toe on a stone

kicked aside

dried clam shells

& fell forward

on the warm ocean sand

sharing their laughter.