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In The Sand
In the sand, she leaves footprints
Lightly as she dances across the shoreline
Singing to herself, one might imagine
Calling out to her, but I sit and watch
As this ballet is played out, and contemplate.
There are times like this, and in this perfect silence
Pure beauty touches the soul, senses in tune
The sound, the sight, and as she approaches
The smell of her, deep inside, and the world
In harmony with mine, and this is everything.
So it rains one day, me waiting, soaked
Not knowing anything, except the anticipation
Wondering about this, the air is so still
People milling about, talking to themselves
children in wide-eyed excitement
even in the rain, things are in harmony.
Even under the cover of an awning,
the water seeping into my clothes.
'Let me tell you a story', she says later in the day
I listen to every word, silent to her speaking
Watching her lips move and her eyes dance
There is a rhythm to her tone, her voice
There is a great peace in this, sitting
Being in this moment,
To be able to capture it, open it at another time,
there is tomorrow, and the next day and everyday
My thoughts transcend to another place.
Freedom is what I seek, and don’t we all.
In the sand, softly she dances
Footprints on the shoreline,
I count her movement, her dance across my mind.
And I lay my head down and speak to no-one
And out comes this poem.
Softly she dances, and the shoreline, and I.