A pause
in his walk to glance
backwards
the curve in the road
hides who is following him
shadows bend like light around the sun
he resumes walking,
whistling with every step
the headache recedes
as he approaches the end of the road
he smiles when he hears sound of the ocean
he sits on a log on the sandy beach
watches the waves, the earth’s breathing
imagining God enjoying the sight
before the creation of man.
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