The effervescing tide retracts its claws
leaving a wake of freshly laundered pebbles
their jewelled shine and sparkle
breathing the light of exposure.
A clamour of jostle and stir
eclipses lower reaches
slowly treading backwards
on the in-breath of the ebb.
And the spasmodic library shhhuusshhh,
of movement, calls
‘watch me grow’
says the surge of each wave.