WALKING ON THE BEACH

 

 

His left leg steps ahead

and then his right.

His left arm smoothly swings,

and then his right.

It’s effortless,

like the way the surf

sweeps in and then sweeps out,

the way sadness arrives

and then silently leaves.

Overhead

the sky is a simple blue,

and soon,

with no struggle,

it will sparkle with stars.