The beach was quiet this morning,
Crows pecking at what the tide spat back,
Sand pockmarked by shy Kamikaze raindrops.
A dog trembled, curled on a damp sack
Perhaps dreaming of my ordeal last night
Where downcast eyes, a quick beating
And a quicker hand…shake
Meant only an hour lost in the lock up.
Bearing the bruises of pent up cop-wrath,
My body aches but my soul sings aloud
As I gulp mouthfuls of the pre-dawn air,
Smiling as I lick salty spray from my lips.