Sound (Revised )

Water crashes and hushes at the edge. It pushes and pulls, waxes and wanes, gives and takes back again, a sea without cease.
A shout and a sigh; a sharp intake of breath, caught and released. Listen for the silence between.

My heart is a drum that beats sound into feeling beats sound into sensation beats sound into pulse. And the sound of feet moving on sand is not no sound but subtle, shifting sound, the sound of air as it moves. Disturbed, seaweed crunches like paper. The birds do not sing; they caw and shriek and moan like the wind.

Yearning swells and breaks on the rocks; patience slips from the sand. The pulse of the waves pounds against the pounding of the wind and the pounding of the heart pulled outwards, cast back.

Pounding, beating, crashing. The waves break. The sand shifts.