Sunday morning sun pushed its way
Through windows grimy with winter smears,
Crooking its finger – an invitation to enjoy the day.
Pulling on sturdy shoes unworn for several years,
We made our way to a nearby strand.
Invigorated by wind and waves, we strode
In silence on the flatness of the sodden sand,
Following faint footsteps of other walkers,
Sometimes apart, sometimes hand in hand,
Gazing out to sea or kicking stones,
We were together and we were alone.
And then, around a corner of the sea wall,
We came upon a colony of seals,
Lazing in the pallid sun or dipping in the sea,
Rolling in the sand, oblivious to you and me
Smiling at the message in the fortune cookie:
Today our shoes had made us happy.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016