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