The man fishing line bowed in the wind
Eyebrows furrowed
Silly grin
He’s caught it!
I smile at him
The dog running ball in mouth
The owner who throws
Then calls out
But the dog doesn’t listen
Because he knows
Why the waves wink and glisten
He doesn’t miss it
The couple walking talking
they don’t know
The child chasing a crab sandy fingers outstretched
Don’t – ouch!
Well now she knows
Maybe
The old man pondering
The lady wandering
The kite flyer
The board rider
This sand dune marking the passage of my path
Making the shape of
my arse on the ground
Where I sit to write this
Though I didn’t know what “it”
Was
Or had forgotten
The grasses waving
Caught me at last
Or at least they caught my attention
As I was about to pass
And keep passing
Then didn’t
Then I knew
They all said it
Though they didn’t know
It was in their eyes
and in their aromas
Left on the wind
Expensive perfume from Paris
Sniff it in
Inhale
Sweat
Deodorant
Suncream
They
It
Said it to me
So I’ll spread it to you
Because this day
Won’t come again
Oh another one might
That looks a lot like it
It’ll pass on by
But the people in it
This particular mix
Shade
Fix
Of suntan and ice cream
Looks like it
But it’s not
That’s another day
And when it comes
This one is gone
And won’t be back
So sit for a moment
Sit in it
So far in it you can’t be moved
And let it move you instead
That realisation
That it won’t come again
And neither will you
If you don’t mark your place
Within IT
Movie clip by me.
Song credit Cindy Lauper “True Colours”
This is a pleasure to read. I absolutely love your writing!! Xx
Thanks so much Nicky, that’s such a lovely thing to hear 😊