Here I must pause for just a pace,
Letting the boy precede the man,
Remembering when there was another
Passing there with younger brother,
Bare feet on wave-receeding sand.
Waifs upon an afternoon,
Watching the sun precede the eve,
Lingering over bits of shell and drift
As if such things were treasured gifts,
Til darkness marked the time to leave.
Souls beneath a spangled sky,
Feeling the wind precede the wave,
Wondering inside about such things
And answers that a life would bring,
As evening claimed another day.
Read more of Rod's poetry by visiting his website, Reflections.