Glimmering, glittering, the Pacific shimmered –
Frothing and foaming, the surging waves reached
Between the toes and sandy curves-
Leaving marine debris-
To hiss out in spent energy
To return to the vast deep,
To rev up for another onslaught.
The walker squished her toes into briny sand,
Drawing nonsensical squiggles and whorls.
Her thoughts wandering into yester years,
She wondered at fate’s thoughtless deeds
That left her bereft and alone,
Without a pair and with no companion.
In solitude, she pondered life’s vagaries;
But, in loneliness, she found the unwelcome guest.
To the untutored, the walker seemed content,
But her roiled thoughts churned unseen
And uncontrolled in vain attempts to rein in,
The miasma of loneliness leaving her in fugue state.
The waves pelted at the grainy shore and fizzled.
The walker’s mind rambled into consequential
And inconsequential meanders that led nowhere.
The naked footprints led away into places
Of no dreams and no destinations!