Walk on Beach

13th March 2020

Walk on the Beach

Blue turns to grey,
soft, sand, sifts
underfoot,
three miles suddenly six.
On distant horizon,
twin towers of
 long forgotten
Roman life.
Shells embedded
eons ago,
fossils too,
in rugged rock.
A dogfish, washed up
stranded, gasps for air,
take him back,
take him back,
back to where,
he can breathe, where
we can breathe
subtle mists of before
.

Treasures