Seaside
Rocky shores,
Shells, the swell of waves,
Crash and foam.
I roam,
Up towards the cliff face,
I hear on rainy days
Boulders can slip.
I grip the stones
As I clamber
A route
I learned.
Iʼm Halfway between
Sea and sky,
Tall faces looming.
The ocean below.
Seagulls circle
Squawking,
Soaring, to and fro .
Thereʼs a
Bitter wind,
Winters in
The sun is out.
Looking out,
I can see so much
The car park,
Fish huts,
Boat club,
Warm pebbles
Against a cold sea.
Finally feeling free,
I descend,
But then
I see the tides up
Soon near my feet,
I retreat
And rethink…
My heart sinks.
But I can see an exit.
Avoiding damp socks,
I hop
On top of each rock
I don'tʼstop until
I've reached the other side
And my fear subsides…
As we look across the rising tide
How nice to be beside the seaside.
But now it's time to go inside
And just relax…