I stand in the low tide,
And watch the pulse of the sea,
Go in,
Then out.

The sand is cool and soft on my soles,
Easy on my knees,
Not like the hot pavement,
So severe on my feet.

I trip into a puddle,
The water melts on my skin,
Like perfect glass,
Warm and smooth from the sun.

I see my reflection,
She smiles back at me,
As if, she knows something,
As if, there is another world beneath me.

But all I see are miles of glossy sand,
Each grain being a mystery to me,
And all I know is that I am walking,
Walking on perfect glass.