MARBLES

13 July 2014

A Light Patina

Footsteps

Heavy from rain
Light from the parting fog —
To a beach in winter
I am an imaginary visitor today

Seashells and pebbles crunch underfoot
Waves wash the shoreline
They make a rolling sound
They hiss, they whisper

Seagulls are early risers
They never tend to whisper

I wear your old black coat
Zips in the front, a light patina from use
Perfumed with time, travel and wind  
The scent of coffee also

Farther down the walk is difficult
Boulders and beach-rock
The waves break with force


I keep going