Private Beach

by Andrea M. Newton

Waves shatter on rocks,
echo an ocean of cries,
like children lost in night.
White sand,
silk between my toes,
dragged screaming by current
to undertow.
Pebbles like pearls
rolled between my fingers
splash in frothy water,
send ever-widening circles away,
in search of companionship.
The moon a spotlight,
full and shining white
on my private beach,
broadcasts my disgrace:
I am alone.
Save the moon, the sea, and sky,
I am alone.
And white against night,
dancing slowly with the stars,
a seagull mourns for me.