Sunday, 18 May 2014

Nothing Personal

The sea is not a person,
it’s just seething physics,
swelling up and down.
And yet the sea behaves,
and then it misbehaves.
Last night it threw a tantrum,
hurling paving stones,
kelp and shingle,
across the promenade
in a disgraceful and
unmannerly display,
leaving me, now, crunching
over stones and shells,
looking at the horizon.

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