There was no way for me to know

whether those tracks had been

in the same spot for a year

or if they moved around with every waves pull

because the sand didn’t fit my feet too well

almost as if it was borrowed  from someone

before it was broken in

wrapped up like a new gift with no name tag

or destination

just like how a blind gaze often leads me

to the water on footprints I can’t trust

knowing full well how much I could drown but

even gasping breath wouldn’t put an end

to the miles I would walk just to get to see