Dinner at the Beach

this poem was written when I was watching the Ocean down at Diani Beach in Kwale

miles , kilometers

travelling not stopping even for a day

carrying life, in bits and pieces, both young and old 

carrying treasures treasured more than gold or silver

Sand craving just for a taste yet I travel

I travel deep I travel far making generations seem like blurs

I travel fast I travel slow Sun and Moon giving me my glow

Going east walking west putting seasoned coxswains to the test.... yet all I crave for

is to commune with the sand at dinnertime 

The End

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