The ocean spitting, waves crash in
Eyes shoot out to darkening skies
Silent gaze hands held high
The sun sinking on shimmering horizon
Toes welcome water, now ankle deep
I take a walk, cautiously
Dry to wet, toes curl in
Thoughts blow across the wind
Whoosh! Now I’m rooted
Rushing back, feet exposed
Waiting for the second wave
Life stands still
Youthful warmth
Shall I run back to reality?
Or sign my name in the sands of time?
Answers they escape my attention
The child has returned
