Sandsend Sunrise

Taken last November, I felt this an apt pic to couple a poem I wrote back in 2008. Let me know what you think.

 

On the horizon, a shimmer of hope.

Sunlight bathes the icy greys and blues,

and at the shore a lone hound frolicks,

barking at the stick dangled, enticing.

‘Fetch’ they shout.

Oh, how original.

I watch as each paw print recedes;

sand shifting, grain after grain;

omnipresent.

Rain descends; horizontal and cutting,

piercing raw and windswept faces.

Scarves blow and hats escape –

dancing down the beach.

You run. Unsuccessfully; the wet sand

sticking to your boots,

grain after grain;

omnipresent.

Beaten, you retreat to woolly hound

whose tongue dangles,

knots of saliva glistening.

Eagerly he pushes the game,

the sand shifts, grain after grain;

omnipresent.

Nature’s eternal adaptations

we fight.

It wins.

Grain after grain,

second after second.

Omnipresent.

 

Done