Landlocked and Daydreaming

First streaks of sun silk the sea with pink,
Sand captures every footprint
and releases it to the tide.

Across the way
I see another early riser
sipping coffee

and gazing through infinity,
Dolphins lead the mind
beyond time.

Sandpipers scribe the sand
with tweets and tracks;
some future generation

will spend hours
deciphering the hieroglyphic code.
They will draw

conclusions that are wrong.
History will have no inkling
of the cattails that wave and nod

delighted,
it would seem,
for early morning company.

From somewhere in their midst
a bullfrog tries his voice;
it appears to suit him.

He repeats the call,
first thing you know
a million tiny sounds

emerge from the grasses.
A front row seat to their symphony
is bought

with this early morning rising. The tide
comes in, washing sand from the toes
but never from the heart.

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