A Summer’s Day
I look at the sun with open eyes
As it sinks low in the sky.
I listen to the sound of the children
As they play on the beach behind me.
I wave to the people on their boats
As they come in from the bay.
I feel the warmth of the sand
As it works its way up from my toes.
I let the words of the poem take shape
As I drift further and further away.
I let the rhythm of the waves
Give my words their lilt and sway.
I breathe in the salt air and breathe out
The stillness and perfection
Of a summer’s day in June, by the sea.