A mile or more of sand
When it’s hot, the mile is full of cars
The water pulls back
To show the dying jellyfish
I’ve had dreams of being sucked in by the
current
Or smashed by waves off the rocks
There is nothing like lying back on a summers day
But ill never get in the water
The
last time I got in
An old woman got out of her depth
Panicked and screamed for help. what could
I do?
I felt paralysed as if the sand was cement
When I could finally move again
She was back to her feet