Found
The man was
out of place
He was
wearing long pants in the heat
Walking up and down the beach
Looking
He passed us once
Looking
And twice
Looking
Weaving in
and out of the umbrellas
and sandy children
and greasy adults drinking wine from cans
Back and forth
We call to the man on his next pass
Did he need help? Was he lost? Was there someone he was meeting?
His daughter
But he could not find her
He pulled a well-worn piece of paper from his wallet filled with phone numbers
He pointed to one
We call. She does not answer
We text. She calls back
She is at the beach. And had walked right past us
Off to the right. Down towards the water. She stands and waves her dad over
We are glad that he is found
And sit back under our umbrella. Thinking about our people
And the hope that they would not be left to
Walk up and down the beach
In the wrong clothes
On a hot day
With no phone
All alone
Aloha Hawaii, Aloha New York 