Chilled, salty water laughed upon his glowing skin,
A black silhouette dancing toward danger.
The water’s froth bribed him in
When there seemed to be no one near.
His work and play became one and the same
As tiny pools of fish glimmered
In the light of the descending sun.
The busy city buzzed on shore
While he wished to float idly at sea.
The seagulls sang to the melody of the wind,
But he continued his tribal dance in the sand,
Lost in the rhythm of the waves.