A Day at the Beach in April

The sun nearly at its highest point;

voices of vacationer’s echo above waves,

as water gently loams across tan-white sand.

People walk lazily,

other’s roam,

as other’s simply sleep,

allowing heat to tan their flesh.

Young bodies, tight and beautiful,

flash their muscles or jog across wet sand.

Children, young and anxious,

cast stones into receding waves,

build their sandcastles,

scamper about squishing sand between their toes.

The older folks;

well, they move slowly,

in no hurry.

They just want to enjoy their time.

Further back lies a string of cottages,

each with their own piece of history.

One in particular,

reminds me of the Bates Motel.

The breeze from the ocean,

like a cooling smile,

is more like a warm touch,

by an unknown, unseen hand.

The rest of the world

hasn’t a clue of this place.

If they had,

the world would embrace this specialness.

For now, people walk,

children play,

kite’s fly high,

and the ocean continues to ride toward us all.

And today, calm is good enough.