At The Beach Poem by Lekan Malik

There I was sitting happily
On these plenteous, tiny
Solid substances.
With heavy wind blowing
Left and right my ears.
To behold that vast and
Magnificent liquid substance.
Flowing up and down
To gratify its creator.
It’s of a particular colour
When viewing from afar
But colourless, when near.
I picked up a pebble
And threw into it.
The goddess got exasperated.
She allowed the sea to rise
And chased me away.
I hoped to cry for help
But it was not necessary.
Neither I nor anybody was it chasing.
It was only a spontaneous flow.
The goddess loved my presence.
That, I actually thought.