Submerged rocks stare back <br />through the glistening water. <br />I empty my mind. <br /> <br />-- <br /> <br />The dark stream slides by. <br />I look at the hills and lo! <br />they move like water. <br /> <br />-- <br /> <br />Standing still I watch. <br />The sea rubs frothy fingers <br />on the beach’s back. <br /> <br />-- <br /> <br />Fernfronds carved in sand <br />by the water's streaming pulse. <br />Where has the beach gone?<br /><br />Ian Trousdell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nature-4-haiku-by-the-beach/
