Just Yesterday

Just yesterday this patriarch sat on the beach to watch the larks, parents and grandkids digging sand a warm sun, stranger in the land. No breeze to sap the gentle heat, the sea far off with the tides neap absorbing there my day’s memoir witnessing summers door ajar. Aback the beach a little hut specific for refreshment put, its tables filling as mid morn folk take a tea and scones sojourn. The sea is creeping slow away, some rush towards in there to play then faster rush back to dry sand, with blue imprint of sea’s cold hand And now the rock pools have their day, soliloquy has had its play, with bucket, net and child to hand adventures in crab-nippy land. The plastic buckets slowly stocked with outraged tenants of the rock- pools weed filled tide deserted homes, each forced to have a sloshy roam. A sequenced of heart testing shocks unbalanced on the slippery rocks until it’s time to reinstate in pastures new the crab ingrates. Confident stride on firm packed sand to reclaim our oasis land, now circled closer than before by lovers,haters,dogs and more. The pull of home late beckons me to bid adieu and saunter free from the foundations once I laid when I was young, across decades.