Juvenility

Where the ocean meets the sand, this is where I stand.

A child plays in a shallow turquoise rock pool, his backdrop rolling waves a triumphant blue breaking safely away.

Memories of my juvenility.

A fading, distant recollection.

Lost youth amongst a million grains of sand.

After I leave my footprints, a vestige of my time here.

I am warmed by the child's jubilant laughter,

his unknown gift to me,

memories of my youth at the sea.