So many thoughts and verse
on footprints in the sand,
I turn and look down the beach
a narrow bit of unmarked land.

Though I have been walking
for hours and steps untold,
looking behind me,
none of that unfolds.

Not a single footprint,
or a disturbed sand grain,
perhaps this journey
has been only in my brain.

The waves just keep crashing
licking at my feet
and the shells keep on changing
never miss a beat.

Green water out as far as I can see,
foaming here and there, glints in the light,
on my right, vine covered sand dunes
rise blocking further sight.

Out in front of me
the same as behind,
I continue walking
not sure of what I'll find.