In the moment the tide passes
Allowing time a temporary reprieve,
The shoreline reveals its midriff,
As it basks in the rare relief cast its way.
The sentinel’s lights, having fallen silent, pause
As eyes scan the horizon for an anchor.
They chart their run along the shore,
Keeping a meandering soul company, and delighting in the colour
His umbrella lends a wistful monsoon sky.
In the moment meandering meets serendipity
Time anchors my wandering feet to the passing moment.