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| illustration: Delphine Jones |
As I stand
on the sand beneath watery warmth,
I feel that
at last I might breathe.
For the
smatter of coastline directly behind
Makes the
root of my soul twist and heave.
In a
striped knitted hat and a scarf tightly wrapped,
I emerge
with a skip to the shore,
Where I forage
for winkles, for limpets and wrack
From the
minerals, pebbles and ore.
As I squint
for a moment and stare at the swell,
I’m aware of
a family of seals.
There’s a
boat in the distance, a dragger perhaps,
Fully loaded
with toggles and creels.
When I peer
at the seabirds , they squawk and they shriek
As they
heartily rummage for worms.
I see curlews
and kittiwakes, egrets and shags.
I hear guillemots,
whimbrels and terns.
I remain
here all morning, absorbing the peace,
With the wavelets
engulfing my toes.
I imagine
old bottles with messages in
And collect
pretty shells to take home.
I return to
my boathouse replete and alive,
Overjoyed with
my magical finds.
Then I laze
in my deckchair and gulp down a drink,
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