sea tide

Sea Tide

Drove for an hour to get to the coast, climbed sand-dunes
before reaching the sea; immense, calm and full it was,
slight heaves, breathing easily. Didn’t splash about making
noises, it could so easily turn into a monster, a tsunami,
a sudden surge and both the sandy coastline and I would be
history. I picked a few shiny, wet stones to take home,
but when they dried looked so ordinary that I left them behind.
Sea air made me hungry thought of deep fried sardines, sliced
cucumber in sour cream and baked potatoes;
but it wasn’t the right season; had a bacon butty instead and
watched an old western, with John Wayne and his mates.