February: Day Twelve

I

 want to walk

in bare feet 

through coarse, thick sand

I want to breathe cool salt air

and feel warm sunshine caress

my face, my body shifting

deliciously between 

cool, warm,

warm, cool

I want to delight

in the antics 

of gulls who

mistakenly think

I might feed 

them, 

their sly approach

and side-eye glances

as if I can't see them

sneaking up on me

I want

the rhythm of waves

to lull me to sleep

in my beach chair

and all knowledge

of the world is

gone and gone and gone