Mr & Mrs Invisible Poem by Mark Heathcote

Mr & Mrs Invisible
are evidently, here
Blissfully they're bashful.
They don't ever appear.

Should tides approach them since
their footprints
on the beach didn't veer
they must still then be here.

Their lounger beach-chairs
lookout to a distant sea.
Dog walkers, playing solitaire,
plodding along, kicking algae.

Mr & Mrs Invisible
are evidently, here
those white waves are hymnal
their hearts, I can hear.