Sea dialect

via Daily Prompt: Conversant

I know …

the tide is receding, when I find lines drawn between sand and sea.

they chronicle time

or memoralise life, between the lines.

The sea may leave a sprig of foliage.  An oasis, when you least expect it.

Sand from far away places.

Tiny shells, from who knows where.

I catch a glimpse, a fleeting glimpse, of sand in the making.

And, as the tide leaves, I become more conversant with the language of the sea.

Until next time

As always

a dawn bird