I chase a cat who scampers across the beach.
Her gait’s mysterious; assured yet zigzag
and every few moments she stops to tease.
I pant and puff but carry on and on.
She is anonymous. My mind is coming up
with names. A Betty cannot trick, a Sweetie
can’t gallop and I realize she’s like
my girlfriend — enigmatic
I stop in my pursuit: Maria’s a fish in water.
She makes tiny impressions on the sand.