Never thought I could enjoy being this cold
The sand is firm beneath my bare wet feet
The sun hides behind clouds that threaten rain
Wind finds holes to shiver in my hasty thrown on jacket
And yet the aloneness of this wade into the wind
Is a satisfaction in itself as gulls group huddle ahead
Stress is long away from this brisk feeling
Glasses fogged and filled with salt mist brushwork
Change the distant view to Van Gogh swirls
A tern dives into rolling water to rise again in triumph with a fish
The sand between my aching toes is driving me to wetness
Soon I'll turn around
Halfway taps my shoulder insisting
The tide turns as the jetty rocks appear
What other fool would call this walk enjoyment
I see a figure sitting there content
Turning with the cold wind on my back
I leave her there alone with running tide
Put my useless glasses in my pocket
I feel like dancing in the runback water
The cold has gone I'm filled with joy instead
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