morning run on the beach

running on the beach,
sand, which the breaking surf
has picked up,
tumbles into my shoes as
my stride wanders into and
out of the ocean's kiss

as i run,
sweat born of sun and humidity and effort
drips past my glasses
and into the sea
while my heart begins to
echo the waves' rhythm

after a while,
my shoes are full of sand
so i stop
allowing rich air to fill my lungs
as i lounge, shaded, above the beach