BLOWN
Below the long-grassed dunes
the water-like shadows of sands pass
like time itself…I shudder at the force
of the wind, and the realisation
that life can scatter as quickly; become
diluted by memory, but we always
leave shadows behind. I walk back-wards
for a moment as if to recapture time,
but it has moved on.
So now I stand still, searching the sun-
set, reflected in the sea-waves foamy light.
Above on the dunes; long grasses sway
and below the sand shifts and swirl their shapes
onto the exposed Northwest Shore
I have been here before; blown…
