While the sands of time mark the minutes of my life
And the relentless roll of the tidal sea marches on
My pedicured digits dig in, rooted solid in wistful thoughts.
The present, with it’s swift tempo, becomes past, flows away, disappears with the grains under my feet.
As a pelican dives headfirst and deep to catch a morsel
I stand looking outward to the sea and see the serene peace of destiny