My mind is awash of thought
as breaker after breaker foam up
and caress the beach at sunset
Behind me clumps of quartz
rock ablaze in orange & yellow
hues the familiar becoming strange
The colours now rapidly changing
the textures red the sounds symphonic
the sky interconnected with open sea
We lie in the sand holding each other
the suns illuminating the crests of our
doubts becoming apparent time splintering
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We return to our tent site. I use a solid
cut of oak from the woodpile to hammer
the bent steel pegs into the hardened earth.
George Anderson, Australia