Musing at the Tide Pool

There were a thousand footprints in the sands
of the tide pool
from my many trips to it,
but a moment ago.
Now the tide’s turned, and the beach has been washed smooth
Ready for new, other prints.
I hear echoes of a boy's laughter
From long ago.
The lonesome gull caws in the blue overhead
Sun’s setting.
Time to head home.