And I have seen myself

Laying in salt water tides

Watching the waters that surround

sinking slowly into sucking sand

as the line sweeps the half sleeping form

that is me

licking my toes

cooling the heat filled body

which is mine

until at last I get up to leave

the Impressed shifting imprint of my tomb filled cast

that is washed away in curling bubbles

bringing back the nothing that was there before

 

yet the impression is left in me

of that place where I had laid

where I had skit and danced as a child

through long and languishing waves

of restless time

of pouting boundless lines of summer freedom

of crabs that did a sideways dance

of cars and castles dug and built

of moats and flooded walls

demolished and destroyed

my childhood dreams left

yet memories still remain

as I still see my father in his claret coloured bathing trunks

chase me skipping tripping through crystal clear breakers

of my own small life

scooping me up

in his great arms

little knowing that I would one day

do just the same with my own

dressed up with childish giggles

when I rescued a rubber ring

beyond the reach of waist high swells

and I was for a time

 just that time their hero  

 

whilst I now more cautiously plough

through saltern waves of heaven

to still feel sand ooze between my weathered toes

and another sunset orange pink and blue

suffused into a sultry molten haze

to which I will once again

through untempered vision

set my watery gaze