i saw a business man on the beach
settle down to his desk
shined shoes reflect the sun
and made sand impressions
he lifted his briefcase—a computer,
and the waves licked his soles.
he typed, sipped his coffee
the waters lapped at his upper ankle.
he wrote and took a breath
coughed, and spilled his coffee onto the water.
the sun lowered,
the cold wind picked up
and the waters gathered at his waist.
i watched him type and sit
until the ocean waves crashed in
and he was lost from sight
i watched until the waters’ sun recede
he was gone