Up over the dune grass,
to where the lake washes our toes,
with cold water and soft tide.
We will find our treasures there,
in colored stones,
and beach glass.
The beach glass and colored stones
might be tucked into a pocket,
or left for others who walk these lengths of sand.
We will recognize the serenity
of the lake at dusk
in the rhythm of our breathing.
Where ever you are, what ever the weather, I wish you serenity.