Tide

It is hard

to feel frenetic

on a beach,

with pale, warm grains

between your toes,

and the intermittent breeze

that gently ruffles your hair

on its way past.

I sit on the snake of sand

found between

Pohutukawa blossoms

ready to burst

into crimson Christmas,

and the light chased blue

of the beckoning sea.

I listen

to the unchanging rhythm

of waves meeting shore,

dutifully keeping

within God ordained boundaries.

Mankind would do well

to do the same.