A Weighty Problem

The little thrill as the wave’s ripple in Making the hairs stand up, on the surface of my skin. The kiss of the sun with its warm breath so light As it soothes my skin with warmth and delight. The sand rolls around where my hands touch it soft. The water rolls back and forth carrying pebbles aloft. Setting shells down with rolling grains of sand Making minute rivers run from the fingers of my hand. The blue of the sky so pale and so pretty On the horizon I can see the outline of the city. Birds bob on by walking in the sand, Not caring that I’m there lying on their land. Curiously watching me, little eyes darting here and there Watching for what, I don’t know or care. A tiny emerald green beetle scuttles on past Taking no notice of me, but from the birds, rushes on fast. The sun is setting; it’s time to go back The tide has come in but it needs to get back The coastguard come out and asks so polite Please can you move, the tide needs to leave tonight. You have laid there so long, blocking the way Can you please go back - so the water can flow away? The ships need to sail and the trawlers come in But you are blocking the way as you are not that thin.