Walking On Sunset Beach

Sandpipers ignore the intimacy

as footsteps plot the outline of

waves chasing after our walking

together today for a change, and

you too are oblivious to holding hands

and a father who somehow feels the

need to conceptualise, almost unable

to ride it all along the moment’s crest.

But driftwood roots and branches are

also entwined further up the beach like

abstract but beautiful works of art

so that here everything becomes

perfect and natural and the way

it is all so clearly meant to be.