to the beach

In these heat filled days we reminisce of childhood youth and that ever present desire to roam free.
But the ripped up brick sidewalks are far more brash than that soft sand I remember and the bars on these windows prove more than a barrier protecting me and the wild waves. 
This city hosts no wet retreat and in the memories I rejoice in a calmness that is so hard to find in this tense local.


Is the shore so hard to grasp?


'To the beach',  I say.

In another memory of something far greater, a Cretian side street stole my heart and those rocks piled high gave way to more than those crashing waves but a prayer that this time I would truly be happy.