He makes art while the birds chirp,

The longing coos, the wistful cries,

The whistling peaceful je ne sais quoi

That comes from the hearts of the birds.

His medium is beige on beige,

Brown on tan. He creates

A mound of beach sand

And then begins to swipe away

With his hand the things that are not

To be a part of his sculpture. 

Someone warned him long ago

Not to be too colorful,

So he works with beige on beige,

Brown on tan, but he can’t disguise 

His great talent that has bloomed

Even here, on this salty sand.

And even as he swipes away

Everything that’s not a part

Of the art he seeks thus to create,

He gathers himself into himself

And breathes,

And quietly shares his inspiring creativity 

With the people here at the beach,

Who sigh and admire his stunning art,

Comprised of equal parts 

Of beige on beige and brown on tan.

-jenn