HARD TO DEFINE

I sat myself down by a rock at the beach,
took a smooth stone from just within reach
of the incoming tide, held it tight,
waiting for the softness of moonlight
to cast a shadow across the sand,
to where the stone sat in my hand.

In silence, with patience, through my spine
a sensation emerged, hard to define.
A tingling chill, a pleasing beat,
acutely aware, I sprang to my feet,
feeling the sand, warm between my toes
journeying on to follow my nose.

Morganpoet