Framed with driftwood, a shadow masks him,
Against the fathomless blue floats a picture by,
Captured by a lone stranger looking on from sandy dunes,
A stilled moment never caught, endlessly flighting.

A shy estuary retreats and damp sands reveal a playground.
Ready for the wind to blow wastelands away, and give wings
To swishing multi–colours. with a tug and a tweak,
Diving and soaring, a child runs by - giggling and free.