An Hour At the Beach

Driftwood benches stretch along the shoreline as far as the eye can see While purple and green kelp stain the wet sand like messy brush strokes a child would make Amongst the rocks and tide pools, a myriad of sea life abounds Tiny bullheads zip and dart around, miniature crabs scatter along the bottom Flowing yellow and orange anomies tease and tempt with their elegant fingers with the changing flow Seabirds dive and wheel on invisible currents for play and position Every so often a cormorant will pitch and dive straight in, with the precision of an Olympic diver, deep in search of an afternoon snack A small tugboat slides along the pale horizon in silhouette, pulling its load westward against the tide The late afternoon sun sparkles off the waves as twin otters submerge and amuse themselves amongst the ripples As I sit on the sand with my back to the tall grass and conifer trees Watching all the life and movement I am struck with a sense of awe All in all, this is meant for me, for us, for everyone and yet only I am here to see To see life at a different speed in a different way As it was meant to be