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