Coldwater Walking

Coldwater Walking

Coldwater walking

ankle-deep in the tide

through white foam

towards the sun

the brightest star

like those kings

to the manger

my folks

in heaven now

but here too

deja vu

my early days

seaside

on another beach

with the same name

in a different state

but the same ocean

the same sand

my hands now

like my Mother’s then

waving to me

as I climbed

the rocky cliffside

to starfish-sea-anemone tide pools

my green eyes

like my Grandpa’s then

watching

orange-pink sunsets

until the night

is soft black

with golden stars