the sea, the sea

 

I stand at the waters edge. The waves touch my toes. My feet. Then bid a hasty retreat. Back to the endless stretching sea.


Behind me. A picnic blanket. Your pram, difficult to push over sand. And a beach to ourselves. No-one else yet up.


Exhausted from a night of crying you sleep now, lulled by the seas calming crash as it repeatedly rolls rock over rock.


I’m standing. To stop myself drifting into a much needed slumber. Gulping the ozone. Through tired tears I turn back to you. To suppress the urge to slip into the oceans embrace.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s