The beach

Your light is blue

And your green is violet

In between you

Your sides

Are yellow and sometimes black

The grains

Bend under my pressure

I make holes that don’t fill

So I can retrace my steps back

And out

You are clear today

Crisp and too transparent

It could frighten those that require

More clouds

I like you all exposed

Fragile protected areas

I warden you off with orange rope

Disrespectful people don’t know

How to care for you

I do

I lay down to get out of your wind

I zip up my coat

Your heat doesn't warm 

I search for my footsteps

Find my way out