A malaise

A general malaise has set in
augmented by a hollowness
inside. Brooding and unsettled.
Where to nurse this departure from normalcy?
With a pocket full of dough
and time pestering someone
else, it is a far off place
I'm headed. The best way
to hide out is in the open, a
different race from the locals,
and not hindered by knowledge of
the language. Slowly work up and down
the beach, setting sun
playing on the waves. Thoughts
no deeper then how far my toes
sink into the sand, save for pondering
how gentle the breeze
moves her hair about her shoulders.
Such a sweet shared smile we enjoy,
then off she runs with a teasing,
beckoning laugh. And my purpose in
life now? Just to follow her.