August 13, 2012

Ebb Tide

This path goes nowhere,
into the sand,
red brick ends,
so does the land.

The water comes up
and flows by night,
going out softly,
in the morning light.

I leave the sidewalk
each day alone,
walk by the sea
on my way home.

I started here
so long ago,
if I saw that boy now
he would not know.

He'd think it strange,
such an old man,
wading barefoot
in the sand.

Behind my back
he'd look and say,
I wonder why
he goes this way.