footfalls

first the tiny patter then the hesitant shuffles

mindless staggers in the dark

a light springs up the darkness recedes

then the purposeful deliberate sounds of haste

the cock crows the footfalls get louder and multiply

the sun takes a peek over the horizon

the footfalls get louder yet

its almost as if the sun fills them with energy

first there is one, then two and three

there are small ones, big ones

slow and fast ones all headed in one direction

fast and in unison they all head out

even as the tide goes out so the footfalls pull away

it becomes a trickle and then all is silent

the sun breathes his hottest and begins his decent

his blistering majesty all aflame and fierce

the footfalls return first the trickle

then the tide comes in, quick ones, slow ones big and small

the sun smiles and says his farewells and as quietly as it started

the smell of a spent day and a young night beckoning

The quiet light of the moon, a celestial lullaby

Gently rocks the drowsy world

To snooze land as all haste is abandoned

the hesitant stagger the little patter

A light goes out and darkness creeps in

To watch over those feet as

the footfalls trickle and cease