Being Judgement

Standing in the shade
with lengthening shadows
I see surfers
soaring with the tides
Couples
walking hand in hand
on wet sand,
Kids
building castles
Bandanas- bright green, orange, red..
myriad hues and colors
fluttering threateningly,
almost flying off
the small brown hands
offering them to every passerby.
Everyone is living their day,
as destined
or, designed.
Do they grudge my shade?
Or is it me
carrying the guilt
of my own idleness?

Picture by Sean. O (Unsplash)