Your Languorous Steps

 

The joy you find
searching for beach glass;
your eyes lit up
finding something different
than a seafoam green.

While you do that
I sit under the shade
of a beach umbrella
singing in the wind
and watch your silhouette
      against the backdrop
of the turquoise sea.

Occasional gusts of wind
push the flowery skirt
in between your slender legs;
they make you hold the rim
of the panama hat.

Your languorous steps
meander around 
relishing the inner joys
of unhurried days.

Once in a while you take a pause
look back as if to ascertain
that I am still there
and not vanished
in the folds of time.