Inspite of living in a coastal city, our excursions to the sea are infrequent. We had one of these rare trips yesterday, and as before, it was so overwhelming, I feel compelled to write about it. We visited the side of the coast which held little public and was clean as one could wish…
I lowered my hand into the sea,
And scooped up stardust in my hand.
I treaded gently on thy bed;
I didn’t trouble the living glittering sand.
I watched my step and looked under my feet
So starfish are not killed beneath.
I let the waves wash over me,
And swayed in time with those more free.