Text of "Littoral"

"Littoral" by Eliezra Schaffzin (2012)

Between the tides of high and low
In softer sands, my footsteps slow,
At white waves’ edge I lose the trace
Of what is oft called nature’s pace,
But who’s to say this way is pure.
I hear the rush of water’s wake,
But ‘tis the sound the highway makes;
The sun’s rays, or – a radiant screen,
I cannot tell what each one means . . .
We walk a most peculiar shore.