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 © | Year Posted 2009

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