Seaside

Rocky shores,

Shells, the swell of waves,

Crash and foam.

I roam,

Up towards the cliff face,

I hear on rainy days

Boulders can slip.

I grip the stones

As I clamber

A route

I learned.

Iʼm Halfway between

Sea and sky,

Tall faces looming.

The ocean below.

Seagulls circle

Squawking,

Soaring, to and fro .

Thereʼs a

Bitter wind,

Winters in

The sun is out.

Looking out,

I can see so much

The car park,

Fish huts,

Boat club,

Warm pebbles

Against a cold sea.

Finally feeling free,

I descend,

But then

I see the tides up

Soon near my feet,

I retreat

And rethink…

My heart sinks.

But I can see an exit.

Avoiding damp socks,

I hop

On top of each rock

I don'tʼstop until

I've reached the other side

And my fear subsides…

As we look across the rising tide

How nice to be beside the seaside.

But now it's time to go inside

And just relax…