I didn’t feel the cold inertia
Of the pebble nestling
Comfortably in my hand,
I only felt the sensual smoothness
Of its solid perfection.

I didn’t feel the merciless edge
Of the frenzied breeze
Buffeting my hair
I only felt its cathartic ruffling
Welcome fresh.

I didn’t hear the brazen fox
Its tenacious tread
I only saw him
Saunter
Undaunted
Into my seascape
His fear discarded
In another time
Another place
Far away from here.

I held his nonchalant gaze a while
Before reaching out
With steady hand
To dip my fingers
Into the riotous red
Of another
Decadent sunset.