{"line1":"Destitute Beauty.","line2":"Hollowed deserted sands.","line3":"Shearing crags,","line4":"casting glimpses of night,","line5":"from towering walls.","line6":"","line7":"I place my hands onto the elastic earth","line8":"and watch the crystals blow the prints away.","line9":"","line10":"The cold wind brushes me;","line11":"its strokes claw into my weary scalp.","line12":"","line13":"I dig my toes down deep,","line14":"resting back into the sky.","line15":"","line16":"Reaching my hands","line17":"to grab an hourglass,","line18":"measuring the time in each crashing wave.","seoTitle":"Hot Water Beach — A Poem of Solitude, Earth, and Time","seoDescription":"A poem of raw solitude on a dramatic beach where hands press into elastic earth and time is measured in each crashing wave — by Pemba Umoja.","keywords":"hot water beach poem, solitude poetry, nature and time poem, crashing waves poem, Pemba Umoja poetry, beach poetry"}