We walk towards the distant prospect,
Water on our each bare feet;
Quiet in our mien and aspect,
Cool amid the midday heat.

Past the throngs of unknown people;
Tourists, squatters, residents -
Unaware of destination,
Fully in the present tense.

Let the wind change but a moment,
Let the crowd just fade away:
It's our beach, and it's our pleasure,
And, for once, it is our

Day