Boy on a beach
He did a little dance
as he threw each pebble as far as he could
then took the stance
a tiny athlete paused, foot on driftwood
mind one of intent
waiting for the crashing waves to wilt
throwing arm bent
before he let fly once again at full tilt
for a witness to share his personal best
eyeing the ground
for certain stones, ignoring the rest.
I shouted with thumbs up ‘well done’
he beamed at me, my boy, my son.