Walking back along the beach at Son Tra of an evening

A trio

Of sunset paragliders

Dive through the sky

They dip and sway

Like dancers

At a rave

Moving fast and free.

She feels the movement,

The music of motion -

At the notion,

A high, clear laugh

Calls down from the sky

From a tourist

As her ride

Spins and dips and glides

Over the sand and sea

And flying, she

Feels the joy of the moment.

On the sand beneath,


A fat-cheeked toddler

Points up at her

And yells a fat-cheeked laugh,

A greeting, a meeting

Of felt emotion,

The music of motion

Dancing particles of joy

Before he finds

An instant, happy distraction

As a tiny puppy

Pounces and bounces

Past close-pruned palm trees

Across the beach

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And everywhere

You can find

Life being felt

In the music of motion,

In the joy

Of the moment.