Summer 2013

It really happened!

There was symmetry

on that stretch of sandy beach

away from noisy children

and the dogs at play.

There was.

A gathering of thoughts

collating, somehow

properly fitting a pattern

mostly eluding me times past.

Low tide exposed

some things

covered so long ago

I thought they'd all eroded.

I wrote with toes

“Hello William,”

as though you were above

and seeing the greeting,

smiling.

Anything to amuse you.

The words stayed past the tide.

Next day, someone

had walked across and

written, “Hello stranger”.

Yeah. That serves me f*****g right.