Little feet in the sand,
Tread lightly, barely printing,
Move swiftly, softly.
Juxtapose: the enormity of presence,
The swell of your belly as you laugh at the gulls,
At the slick-feathered geese trailing their offspring,
At the moon-lensed sunglasses that turn to face you
And bask in your delight.
Here, the world is yours;
An open canvas of salt and spray,
Of silt and reeds,
Of mirth abounding,
And I wish fervently that it may be so forever.