Early Morning Walk (Charleston Marathon)

The dew tingles my feet
On the path across the spiky grass,
The path leads me to the boardwalk.
The breeze is almost imperceptible
Until I jump to the pebbled path.
A stronger, pleasanter breeze greets me there.

Foreign language, loud behind me,
Passes, then fades as tourists saunter toward the water.
Distant voices prattle on.
Footsteps come and go.
A child clomps.
The distant sea sends a gull's cry.
A speeding boat seeks the rugged island's shoreline.
The taste of breakfast Chai remains.
No more dew as I return.