We find the pieces
the best of the rest rising
tiny bubbles cascade in and out
like ocean tides
bringing up from the bottom
what had been lost,
hidden in the depths
and too long forgotten.
We linger in the shallows
puddles of thoughts that warm
with the waning of a summer sun
filling prints of those who came
and left before we noticed
the presence no longer in view,
we long for the youth
the wave acrobat man riding
smiles glint with each rise and fall,
crashing down
he surfaces to try once more-
ah that vigor
the energy he must feel
and how we stand aside
voyeurs looking on in awe
remembering when we had been small
and reckless
and so very brave
to try.
The beat is heard like a heartbeat
as they rise from the sand like hermit crabs
scuttling about to catch the last vestige
of the beautiful show
not even marred by the clouds riding the surface
of a horizon,
the almighty spectacle
as night falls
and the peace descends
as the man child catches one last ride
down and out of view.