clear water washes across my feet,
cooling them, and then retreats,
ibis, sanderlings, pelicans,
couples walking, holding hands,
happy children laugh and play.
lovers kiss, we look away,
fat and thin, with little clothes,
our mortal bodies are exposed,
wrinkles, lumps, and sagging skin,
suntanned teens, and hairy men,
we are discreet, and even sly,
as we look, when they walk by,
some are fit, and some are frail,
needing help as bodies fail,
so much of life is passing by,
we cannot stop it,
though we try,
our time for outward beauty goes,
yet we love warm sand on our toes.
and even though, our looks are gone
on the beach, we still belong