Walking on a beach
in a place far from home
In the dark, leaving footprints 
In the sand.

Waves crash on the rocks,
breaking in all directions
And running out in rivulets,
creating temporary waterfalls.

The moon is high overhead
the heavens speckled with planets and stars.
In the first glance it is a pearly globe
but then a wizened face appears

On this beach, one is transported far away
to other beaches, other times.
With dear friends, fellow moon-gazers.
Memories hang so thickly in the air that they are almost tangible.

A mother and a daughter make footprints
and find that a combined print is larger
than either alone
footprints that took a lifetime to grow

As thunder rolls over the waves,
And lightening dances over a Carribean sea,
One footprint is erased by two waves.
And memories are made…