Litoral

The water flows,

The sand ripples,

The darkness lies,

The sun retreats.

 

The water flows,

I walk on,

Seawards

towards the smooth black.

 

The water flows,

The sky reflected,

Knees are wetted,

As I go on.

 

The water flows,

I see my mood,

The mind is calmed,

Must I go on?