Alone at the bow. Sea sprayed cheeks,
Sun squinting eyes. To sail
this groyne to places unknown.
Waves roar on slithering shingle. Gulls wail.
Alien at the helm.
Globe enticed travel to faraway land.
Periscope sight on horizon.
Sea urchin shells and deep green
tales. Serpents coil
around perils long forgotten.
We stake our claim with graffiti
and lovers tryst. Salt
caked crevices. Dimpled,
pocked, bronzed.
We drift.
Afloat.
