This week’s poem, inspired by days spent at our old home on Diani Beach, Kenya.
Diani revisited
“It’s not all about nostalgia,” he says,
as we cross the disappearing beach to incoming tide,
recall him walking there,
his younger self.
Adults take up conversations
as if we stepped off the veranda
ten minutes ago,
youth take longer,
building new connections –
neural pathways altered in intervening years.
“It is not about the past” I agree,
we are making new memories, fresh adventures.
Tide is going out and we walk here,
our younger selves.
Diani 2015
Thank you all for your comments. Diani is a special place, and going back to any place you have lived is always an interesting and emotional experience.
Diani beach is one of those holidays we always look back on, and often talk about. together with Nørslund family.
Diani Beach is for me white sandy beach, palmtrees and blue, rolling, waves, but I have only visited it once. You suddenly get a whole, new input and make you think much wider, with that remark from a youngster, who spent part of his childhood there, and then look at it with more grown-up eyes. How do YOU look at places, you revisit much later? A really good poem.
Beautiful poem. Diani Beach was the first place we ever came to in Kenya for a holiday when we started working in Somalia in the late 80s. We stayed at some some bungalows on the beach surrounded by palm trees…not too many big hotels at that time.
Just lovely, and oh so true..