Sand fiddler by Mary Lou Jacinto

The hot sun beats down

People all around none the wiser

And from my peripheral vision;

 An image then gone.

Feel the heat on my shoulders

Sweat runs down my neckline

And from my peripheral vision;

An image then gone.

Children looking to quench their thirst

The waves gently crash the ocean’s shore

And from my peripheral vision;

An image then gone.

Shift my chair toward the sun’s rays

I notice a disturbance in the sand

And from my peripheral vision;

An image then gone.

Staring at the glistening sand

Blocking out the commotion

And what was my peripheral vision;

The image then gone.

The hot sun beats down

Unaccompanied I spot disturbance in the sand

Created by the side-line vision

The image then gone

Intrigued I spot a hole and watch

As sand flies from its opening

And staring at it steadfast

The image appears, then gone

Isolated I quietly approach

And wait for my opponent to emerge

No longer from my peripheral vision

A crab! Claws busy then gone.