come, let’s go!
beckoned a beach
bleached like bone
a beach as wide as a whale
as long as a longing
so like the sanderling
feet tip-tap-tapping
beneath lovely, round, soft body
i travelled the spine
of sand packed overnight
and washed smooth for a new day
greet-greeting gulls
in secret meetings
and wrapped in the arms
of a warm fog
that hid all hints of a sun’s rising
i pad-padded a path
that on turning
returned me home
A run on Struisbaai beach, Western Cape, South Africa (21 April, 2024).
PHOTO: Andrew Patrick/Pexels
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