Friday, 29 April 2016

Grey Sky Blues aka The Sea Works its Magic

the beach today is grey
grey sky
grey sea
grey glass
and empty empty empty
rain spits at us
just a little
the seat is wet wet wet
in spit spots
but the sea, the endless sea
pulls us along the seawall
look closely
the reef is there, just under the grey glass
the sky is there, just beyond the clouds
the kayaker knows it
with his yellow tipped prow slicing through the morning
the swimmer knows it
with his stroke stroke stroke across the still water
the footballer knows it
holding his jumper above his waist
as he step, step, step, twist, twist, twists
the dog knows it
head up
head down
tail wagging like this is the best day to be alive