Walking trail – another pass

Wayfaring …
the sound of the word rolls
like  dance steps on a path
between two points
subtle fingerposts
marking the way
forward
ever on …

tread lightly
between the scents…
seaweed, salt, rockpools
cleansed by restless water
drawn by the moon…

So many have fished here;
thoughts wandering
over the sea,
high into the sky,
searching for signs,
reading the wind
and the patterns
of clouds
hoping for bounty …

piping seagulls
a counterpoint
to the breathing sea
I walk with a stick
wet lines in the sand …