Fresh from the sea

Still damp

A future conversation piece

Riddled with worm holes

Its inhabitants long drowned

Jane and I are sitting

On a wooden bench

Eating cheese and lettuce sandwiches

The light although bright is fading

As the cool sea breezes

Begin to confuse

In a few short weeks

The air will fill the longer days

Its warmth late of gentle climes

Colours will return to the wide beach

And the sea will settle relaxed

Within the privacy of own its rhythms