The cobalt steel blue waves washed over the anthracitic sand spilling foamy temptations across Scheveningen Beach like white seed across my belly
Stepping over seaweed parts of plastic sand toys empty mollusk shelters broken barnacles and
bivalve remnants of razor clams posing as shells of memory
The ferris wheel spinning slowly like a windmill in one of Van Ruisdael’s landscapes powered only by the salty air
While i kept my eyes pushed wide open straining to see the possibilities that lie beyond the reaches of the pier and my own snow blind solemnity.
Handcrafted poetry by John M. Hines, March, 2017 on reflection of a trip to The Netherlands and visits to Amsterdam, The Hague, Scheveningen Beach, and Haarlem.