The Sanibel beach. SC photo by Dorothy Wallace
The Sanibel beach. SC photo by Dorothy Wallace

Sanibel Soles

 

Soles bare in Sanibel sand

sink at water’s edge.

Salt soaked, puckered skin

 

leaves no footprint

steeped in waves,

swept by Gulf tides.

 

Sea swells pull sun-warm sand

curves and valleys flex and fold,

every grain of beach known.

 

Forego flip-flops, wiggle toes—

Ocean rolls and holds our soles,

the pediments on which we stand

 

or kneel in prayerful pose,

soles exposed to scoop a hole,

sculpt a castle formed by hand,

soul soothing Sanibel sand.

 

 

Lorraine Walker Williams

 

 

About the poem: This poem began with the duality of the word, soles. I began to play with rhyme and rhythm to create the music of the poem. As I spend time in the mountains, my mind often returns to the sea.