Another day passes

Being at the beach.

Critters under the

Dying light of a sunset.

Everything is still.

Feelings of peace

Get stronger as

Hills of sand sigh

In sync,

Jealous of soaring birds.

Kites drift to the

Left of

Me,

Never touching the ground,

Only swaying in the

Passing breeze.

Questions in my head as I

Read,

Seeing characters

Take

Your heart to

Various places.

Will it return to you?

X marks the spot in my book,

Yet now a bird squawks, and interrupts the

Zen of the adventure.