The sky spread out over the sand
Wet a mirror of mind
The sifting light exposing the lines
The sea filling them like tears
 
The gulls, the crows and the oyster catchers
Cry out into the waves of applause
Picking off the spewed up wreaks
of mangled starfish and razor shell
 
The rock pools are deep and silent
Boulders stand their ground
on the sand that shifts around them
Keeping their stories to themselves
 
I take a stone, a nice smooth white one
and walk back to the car
it’s time to hit the road again
away from this town side sea.