What did I try to find:
the beach was wet and empty sand,
maybe a bottle washed ashore,
a note perhaps inside,
or a feather, shells,
the footsteps of a child?
I did not find any of those.
Today I found a thought
that got me through the day,
unsought, it came in with the tide,
a treasure I could not hold in my hand,
it was a notion that this life was good.