AFTERNOON

Barefoot down the beach I walk.

Kids at play, Old folks talk.

Nothing but the breeze and me.

Ocean, Waves, Smell and see.

Warm sunshine on a windswept shore.

Want in life, nothing more.

Looking at stone and shells and starfish.

The rest of life becomes a mist.

I fill my pockets with micro dreams.

As pebbles, rocks and things.

Make way for nature in a material sack.

Little memories to bring it back.

I wander back and forth at will

Like there’s only me, the earth stood still.

Fixated on the smallest thing.

And the lasting memory each one will bring.

With a pocket full, I wander back

Oblivious, content, on track.

Back to life, I'll head soon.

With a memory

Afternoon

David Hunter