The skim stone smallness of the estuary
boats bobbing to the water music
gulls crying falsetto minor keys
and a child pitched voice cutting the quiet.
I could live by the sea in my dreams
and eat lemon sorbet
to the tune of the repetitive tide.
I watch you swim out beyond the point
and wish my braver self could join you
in the sea covered tangle of seaweed and grey stone.
There is a thought that passes between us
but does not land to form memory.
Bits and bobs
and to be fair
these are only phrases
used without context.
I like the afternoon sea
which is relaxing in its accomplishment
of the day.
It has nothing else to prove except
to sweep the beach clean ready
for the fresh tomorrow.
Is it because we are made of water
that we feel so at peace
here wrapped in our mother's womb
from our conception.
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This is the first poem that has taken shape in my mind for a while. I wrote it on a shop receipt standing by the edge of the sea.
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