reach

as feet shuffle in the sand, clouds linger out to sea. the overindulgence of coffee is okay with me. flight through air is a runway to take a drink. it’s buoyancy also wings for they’ll never sink. carvings in the sand leftover from a holiday. I see not mine but other footprints trailing in the bay. the revolving of spokes, so silent. so swift. no gloves as rain falls, barehanded, if you catch my drift? the synchronicity, an object, next to a beach. truthful it’s happiness that I “reach” for.