I stood by the shore,
Wide eyed – in rapt attention;
It was a scene straight from a dream
As I saw the water rise and fall.
A few funny objects would pass by
A torn cloth here and a broken stick there;
A few shells would emerge out of nowhere
Beautiful imperfections – like random thoughts!
There were cheerful noises around
Sounds of children and adults alike;
Few tears that were shed
The hand of god would wipe them away.
Little puddles by my feet
Played a silly peekaboo game;
It was softer than I imagined
The sand that sucked me in.
The game was played in earnest.
I clung on when the water swept me away
And wanted to be swarmed by it when it let go
A moment – my friend and in the next my foe!
Alas! This day too shall pass.
The crowd dwindled, nature lingered;
It was time to leave, but I could not let go
Just one last wave please…