He became a boy again.......
As we walked that day the sun shone.
The tide was turning, the beach long
and littered with driftwood, debris
left by tidal flow, and we searched;
broken shells, human rubbish dropped
overboard, and washed up with the swell.
We walked together. We walked apart;
holding hands, then separate again
as we paused to search for seaside treasures.
I went ahead as your path deviated to the dunes.
Running barefoot and kicking up the sand,
letting the sea touch me as I teased it with my hand.
Then I saw you, sitting, knotting rope;
concentration etched upon your face;
oblivious, intent on your task, a mask of ingenuity.
You bundled up the driftwood, securing it for
transportation, then the elation as in that moment,
while I watched you, cache tied, you became a boy again
Copyright © Helen J Radford | Year Posted 2009
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