Reclaimed

Reclaimed

Hot sand refracts and cakes
gritty on sinking soles.
Mirrored shards in waiting
reflect the wave’s laughing children.
Their foamy tongues lap and tickle
between grips of loamy toes.

There for an instant they hang
until reclaimed by their mother.
The sea’s grasping hairs
pull rivulets in undertow
and the very ground beneath me
disappears.