a sandpiper waits
at the edge of the shore
the sun shines hot
the breeze is stiff and bright
what is he waiting for
a wave leaps in
he jumps some more
stares out to sea
looks round at me
then waits again at the edge of the shore
I used to think
That life was more
Than jump and wait
And love and hate
Standing until your legs are sore
But now I know
That life is just a long wait by an open door
And peering through
And wondering too
What lies beyond what you can see from the shore.