Sandy Walk

The sandy walk On the long and wide beach, I can, at a distance, see an elephant, an unusual sight on this Nordic Shore; but as I get nearer it retracts, and become sea mist Overhead sea-gull resent me being here October, humans are not supposed to be here now. Coarse grass grow on sand dunes, forever defying The wind that amuses itself by creating beautiful ripples which it sends galloping to the beach and they die unable to re-create itself I’m cold and scared, alone, there’s no one here that wilts me well; Feeble, against a nature that’s ready to devour me; The “I” has lost its self-belief. Far above me angry Clouds congregate.