Away from it all

 I gaze out across the ocean

A huge silvery, blue blanket

Pulled up on the shrinking landscape –

Seagulls hover effortlessly overhead

As the fisherman return

To the harbour…

 

She takes my palm

And with her free hand

Pulls up her collar, to stem

The subtle evening sea breeze

That has made its way in land.

 

I cannot recall

A happier moment,

The breeze, the gulls, the delicate

Waves dissolving on the pebbles

And her smell…

 

She places her head on

My shoulder, when we

Rest on a beach bench –

The evening before us

Is a gift, a transient present

That will nestle safely in

Our memories, in the

Cove of good times….

 

The fishermen have returned

To their homes, and their

Method of income, bounce

And rattle on the incoming

Tide –

The evening breeze has

Progressed to a night wind,

And she tucks closer

Against me, seeking refuge

From the chill…