Seaside
sitting there
watching the sun
come up
over the waves
those gentle, careless waves
that crash aggressive
against the shore
then slip back out
to sea
where the paper planes
come in for a landing
and drift away
I’m reminded
what that little girl said to the seagull
“someday, i’ll come back
and live here with you
in my stick house by the sea
and i won’t need much
… happy i’ll be”
this thought turns over
like a tumbling shell
and I feel like I could walk forever
but I know I have to turn around
and go back
not a little girl anymore
but my daughter is
and she’ll be waking up any minute
wondering where I am
as the ocean rakes over the sand
leaving not a trace
TL