The gulls are bright and quick, taking high to the sky.
This great, long band of sugary earth,
The broad, splashing meadow of water –
They make of us very small things, you and I.
We pause, sun-blinded, for a moment lost.
Heedless of our bewilderment, the tide unfolds on the sand,
Tossing up shells of pink and strands of kale green.
Then you call out to me to come and play,
Two pale hands making a steeple over your green eyes.
And because you are older and wiser
And more knitted to the world by the magic of hours,
And because I know you will not lead me too far away,
I come along to join you.
One hot, crunchy step at a time, we close the gap.
Warm fingers curl together and another adventure begins.