Warp and weft

From ridge to ridge is a four year old’s stride from furrow to furrow the same. She weaves the warp and weft of beach sand hops, counts one, two, three, four then turns towards the setting sun, five, six, seven, eight. Her rainbow boots reflect retreating streams which thread past sculptured ripples on the strand. She sews sea fabric, tacks and hems her world while overhead a seagull imitates by stitching clouds, criss crossing mackerel skies, swoops and soars, embroiders wisps of dusk flies landward silhouetted to its roost, looks out, then up, the out to sea and sleep.