ON THE BEACH

I'm trapped here in a cave, hearing the waves batter the rain,
Trying to take mental pictures, so this might not be in vain.
But stroking the slick black pebbles,
And choking the cubes of sand,
And pitying the itching shells,
And knotting a seaweed band,
Won't stop me from wanting a towel,
And someone to hold my hand.