POEM: Walking on the Beach

He marvels
that it’s so easy.
His left leg steps ahead
and then his right.
His left arm smoothly swings,
and then his right.
It’s effortless,
like the way the surf
sweeps in and then sweeps out,
and the way sadness arrives
and then silently leaves.
Overhead
the sky is flawlessly blue,
and soon, he knows,
will be sparkling with stars
with no struggle whatsoever.