We could hear it Before the shutters were open, The wind on the beach
Then we found Miniature sand dunes On the concrete of the balcony And a dead leaf Zig zagging, Scratching an urgent message In sanskrit Before hitching a ride On a frisky gust, A plastic bag Caught by a rail rearing to go, In such a flap we see it free To join a page of last week's news Racing high Above the undulating beach, And the invisible flying sand Casting a fast moving shadow Stroking the beach clean. Yesterday's footprints vanished, replaced by smooth rippling Wave formations, A copy of the sea. No one walking Not even the dogs.