in the sand

you sink into
the chair
that you've aligned
on the shore
facing the roll of
a soft blue
ocean. your feet
touching each
new wave
of august water,
warm and perfect
as any wave
can be. it's too
short of a visit.
too long between
coming and going.
but you're here
and the sun feels
good upon your
face. how sweet
it would be to
your chair and you
beside me.