I drew a circle in the sand,
as a gift to the ocean’s tide
in exchange for all of the good it had brought me
from coolers on the beach
to fun in the sun.
I went back to the shoreline,
expecting my circle to be absorbed in the tide’s mist.
it was still there.
Wandering off to a nearby distance.
I kneeled down,
letting the grains of sand pick up on my bare legs
as I waited for the tide to come in,
and take my gift back to its creator.
The tide strides in;
It creates a soft sensation in my ears,
I get a whiff of the salt in the air,
and slowly close my eyes,
the heartbeat of the ocean,
the thudding in and out of each wave,
as it hits the shore.
I open my eyes.
The circle I drew is still there.
There may be waves,
but the tide is too low.
If I really want to see it happen,
I must wait…
Wait as long as I can,
even if it takes a lifetime.
A few hours pass.
The tide rises,
and it whirls into shore,
only slightly reaching the circle.
I grow impatient,
but I wait a little longer.
More time passes.
I’m beginning to think…
Did I draw my circle too far away from the tide?
I wait a few hours more.
Eventually, the sun sets and it’s time to go.
As I draw my feet from the sand,
I take a look at the circle I drew.
It hasn’t happened yet.
I walk with a fast pace towards the circle in the sand.
Peering into it,
I place one foot in it,
and the other on the line that created it.
I think for a second…
I smudge it and erase the circle,
leaving little angel wings of footprints in the sand,
as I run off towards the parking lot.
The mark still remains,
Altered by my solution,
but at least I resolved it.
I realize for the final time,
that if you want something to happen,
Do it yourself.
And for the first time I realize…
that not everyone or thing
is deserving of the gifts you set out to bring.
– p.p. // the tide’s gift // created in 2008, revised November 16 2014