This week’s poem… so much happening but still to be processed, so I’ll make use of the memories and inspiration of those happy weeks in Kenya for another week.

Beached

Fine white line,
expanding, shrinking,
meandering between blue and green.

Contour where worlds collide,
battered bodies wash up,
fishermen launch and land,
children build with sand.

Sweat, tears, ocean water,
inorganically living,
organically eroding away.

Kenya 2015