I know you

through this

coastal path

 

tread summer

times we were

                             electric

enervated

incensed

 

the sea a salve

throwing shapes into the sky

white wash trashed

against rocks

 

dipping deep as

upturned mountains

I know you

 

against the azure

a silhouette in polaroids

overexposed                    

                            

                             we laughed

 

colonised

exotified browns

against

paler shades of

privilege our joke

 

I tread this coastal path

 

                             alone

the winter glare

barely bearable

 

hood over hat over sunglasses

warding off wind

standing

                             on the edge of

stone lips

great yawning waters

 

stepping down to safety

we are

 

embedded in this path

beneath my sandy feet

in the concrete

 

on the lisp of a breeze

the wheeze of a calmer sea

beneath the drying           wings

 

of a resting cormorant

 

spread outstretched

                                         we are