Footprints In The Sand

Come with me, love; it’s warmer at the coast.
Sand will be kinder to our tired feet
than asphalt and steel, glass and concrete.
Aren’t you tired of living like a ghost
in the machine? Come back to the coast.
Call it surrender, or strategic retreat,
call it by any name except defeat,
at the same time, make no victorious boast.

The sea remembers us, though we forget.
It’s not a war to win or lose. She draws
us close, then lets us struggle onto land
time and time again. It’s not over yet.
The windy beach is just a place to pause,
and maybe leave some footprints in the sand.