Walk on the beach, sunshine
Shoulders ache, heavy backpack
Carry things no longer mine
Compensating memory’s lack
Take it off, enjoy the sand
The mile-stones of the past
Heavy cobble in my hand
I throw and hear it splash
Soothingly it drifts away
The waves breathe out and in
Gently, I will be on my way
Waving goodbye to begin
(Lucentum, 10.03.2020 – 10.03.2021)
