Bray Beach

Bray Beach Thursday 23rd of September 2021

The tide comes in, the tide goes out,

Flow is eternal, each moment a drop in time,

Shushing upon the sand, the stones, the shore,

Whooshing around the head, harbour and haven.

The breeze blows in, abates,  then whips up sand,

Chilling and swirling and fluttering tethered flags.

We are all gravity's anchored children,

Wishing to be loosed upon the wind.

I am a weathervane floating on the waves,

Merging, emerging, submerging in the waves,

Striking for the deep, to loose the pull of earth,

A dolphin in my mind, following the moon.

If I awake tonight torn up by my dreams,

And wish to heal the wounds upon my trembling flesh,

I will return again to water, wind and wave

I will return again to the sea's cool caress.