The grass has stolen your feet

You walk silently in its long blades

The moon has taken your warmth

It wanted it for itself

And without a coat or care you gave it up in good faith

The sun would give you some back


The waves have stolen your feet

You paddle in a diagonal line out to sea

Up to your knees

And the sand has taken your thoughts

It wanted to bury them for you

For safe keeping, for later reading

And without one further thought you gave them up in good faith

They’d be returned in written form