Graceful

Whose hands are touching
By the sea
Among the holiday crowd?
A woman points
Toward the girls in strange dress,
Their heads covered.
Her children look on.
I wonder what she tells them;
What observation
She makes.
She’s not close enough
To see the graceful touch
Of hands.
Two Moslem girls
Sitting placid on the sand;
Their heads bowed
In silent meditation.
What is next for them?
All the holiday people
And the girls in hijab
Return home
With the same taste of
Sea air upon
Their lips.