Silent steps forming imperfect imprints
With wind intermittently blowing in the hair
Gentle movement avoiding the sprints
How far to go I really don’t care
The isolation and peace is deafening
With breathing constant like a metronome ticking
A clear focused mind is beckoning
There’s no space for conflict no politicking.
One step after another time passes discreetly
Asking no questions expecting no answers
No worries in the world if only briefly
With rhythm played out like well drilled dancers
Oh how this experience moves me so deeply.
A feeling of freedom an experience to preach
Of running free ecstatically alone on the beach.