Shall we go to the edge of the land?
Have the wind slap at us,
the spray salt our faces,
and the sea freeze our feet?

We’ll get wet rumps
from perching on damp rocks
while we peer in pools
and watch shelled creatures
who dwell there in their silence.

We can shout and scream
And no one will hear us
above the sound
of the angry surf.

We can run on the sand
with the freedom of bare soles
then drink lukewarm tea
from a flask
as we watch the sea
eat the sun.

*Photograph – Dunraven Beach, Wales, 1st February, 2025