The Beach

I hear the voices in the wind
announcing the arrival of waves
roaring then calming
surf running silently to the beach
believing the waves are saying my name
calling me back to the beach

different people live in my grandfather’s house
I’ll walk there from town
but I won’t ring the bell or knock
pretending I’m not I will look at the house
then walk down to the beach
across the short dunes to the hard wet sand
remembering all my summers