The scent of rain on ocean

So different 

from anywhere else it falls

Bitumen

Soil

All add their aromas

But out on the water

Clouds cry

Kissing salt 

Brine dissolving 

Colliding

Into a thousand patters that slide

Boards rock gently

Feet dangling

As above

So below

Wet

Faces turn to catch the droplets

Grey wraiths 

Ghost surfers

Sails bloom

Shutter opens

Closes

Clouds gloom lower 

Silver light draws tight

Suffocating the horizon 

Monochrome whispers melancholy sighs

Wet sand crunches in footprint goodbyes 

The day feels suspended

In the moment 

This poem sprang from a collaboration with a great photographer on Instagram. GB reached out his week to ask if I might provide some words to go with some recent photos he took. I was chuffed to provide the poem above. GB has a few different pages on Instagram – the collab occurred for Surfstack.gb. Visit by scanning the picture below. Creating is beautiful but collaboration is even better.