Ebb no flow

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