On the edge of the ocean
at Ocracoke
I stood.
The surf crashing.
Me,
still.
This little guy (on the other hand)
had lots to do.
And so he scampered here and there
up and back
hither and yon
chasing the relentless tide.
Then he surprised me
plopping right on the sand,
facing down that sea.
Maybe,
I thought,
we have more in common
than I realized.
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