Almost here
Life abroad, different than I thought
That was then, I'm in a good place now.
The Turn
Years later, the beach is still teaching me.
One day I noticed a couple arriving not far from me.
One dropped into a beach chair, back facing the sea.
Phone in hand, chasing something that kept slipping away.
A black cloud already overhead.
The other spread a towel -- but not for long.
He moved to the water's edge and began creating.
Sand, pebbles, shells, wooden branches. Completely in the game.
Big smile. Free.
Same outside world. Different realities.
And I saw the crack in the loneliness
where the light got in.
You're one of them.