Sand between my toes,
Shades on my eyes,
Flaunting my imaginary six packs,
I walked along the beach, looking back at my tracks.
The gentle waves,
Pushed against the shore,
Creating a frothy foam,
Around which, little crabs roam.
Ah, the shells,
Poke at my feet,
In all different shapes and sizes,
A collection you can never beat.
In the distance,
The waves keep coming,
Close to 15 feet high,
To every surfers delight, they go in running.
The heat is killing,
But the sea just as cool,
While Apollo and Poseidon,
Fight like fools.
At the horizon,
The most beautiful sight,
Dusk brings forth red, orange, and yellow,
An array of colors in all its might.
The sea is promiscuous,
Mischievously so,
Frolic in the shallows,
Don’t wander too far from shore.
The sea is so enticing,
And for I’d gladly take a knee,
For in all your glory, you will never know,
How much I love thee.
Taha Sheerazi
Out of the Ordinary. 