Beach Sunday

Sunday morning tempted me out to the beach As the sun tumbled down its' white warmth Splashing glisters of light on the near flat water; Paparazzi pools of a million flashbulbs. The morning of the last day of the weekend Tipping point between relaxation and drudgery Hours of indulgence line up for their embrace; Hip pockets of foreboding at their climax. Early morning dog-walkers greet huskily Willingly trapped in the endless cycle of pet love A petrol blue Labrador bunkers about; Unleaded freedom amongst the beach grass. Turning, the old train line left-frames the scene Coarse grass yields to sand and sea Near distant the old village shop and pub; Blytonesque imagery from my childhood. Returning home to my lazy Sunday brunch Coherent and intelligible thought pervades Deliberations on tomorrows' toil dissipate As I resolve to live in todays' jigsaw piece.