A circle found in the sand can mean
that you have found me out.
I leave cryptic things drawn
in the sand, I can’t help it.
Sand is nature’s chalk board.
An artist given a piece of chalk
is like giving a squirrel a nut
then we’re off, making things
that no one will understand
Not like a crop circle,
but simple things that
will frustrate the hell out
of someone going for a walk.
Fun for me, curious for you.
There may have been smaller
dots that you missed when you
walked through this one I see
your footprint within my circle
Or, the tide has already washed
them away never to be seen.
I walk with a stick along the
shore never using it for support
or protection, it is not a wand
but a baton, a crayon a stylus.