By Sara MacCallum

Tiny shells and rocks crunch beneath my bare feet
As I look for sparkling sea glass in the shifting sand
Broken, gradually made beautiful once more
By the constant push and pull of the ocean
A turmoil that never ceases
Even when it appears calm from above.

A serene wind blows past
My hair swaying gently in time
A peaceful feeling settles around me
And I have no wish to be anywhere but here
Because this moment is good.

And that is enough.