luminous white foam
forms on the crest of each wave
washing up the beach
this is where I find my peace
amongst the shifting stones
on a clear day
you can see all the way to
the mountain
of plastic junk
washed up on the beach
the slow erosion
goes unnoticed day to day
but change takes place
as waves crash hard against
the white cliffs of Dover
we’re beachcombing
in the middle of winter
the coast is all ours
you find driftwood and shells
I find I treasure these days
people sunbathe
and wade in the sea
ordinary days
coming and going gently
shallow waves lapping the shore
walking barefoot
on cool wet sand at low tide
I leave behind
all my nagging doubts
and let my dreams lead the way
what can one man do
to stop the sea
spewing plastic
bottles up the beach
with every high tide
the white crests of waves
splash up against black boulders
again and again
the ocean puts life
into perspective
large clouds billow
over Galway Bay
a boat with white sails
bobs on the still water
washed in slate blue light
the sky and sea
have merged together
there’s no horizon
just an enchanting blue light
the same colour as your eyes
Bournemouth is like
the Mediterranean
in this heatwave
a turquoise sea slips in
cooling miles of golden sand