EASTER

She traces her skull under the skin

This is the cage or the home

She was born to live in

Her instincts are buffering

In an aged moment

She’s just waves rolling over

A storm ravaged torment

Beach-side she’s planted

Before a horizon

You know who you are

Screams the gull overhead

She does and she doesn’t

While her feathered friend grins

Like a bird in the know

Like a strong undertow

This is gorgeous she says

This captured existence

Collecting clues in a literary manner

Hedging her bets

Getting ready the spanner

She picks up smooth stones

Slides them into a pocket

Saved for the day when

She needs to unlock it

This life this lesson

This something missing

Graves are an insult

For whatever that’s worth

The dead should never pollute the earth

Quick as she can

She skips over the sand

Quick as she can she

Reboots life now stalled

This ongoing lesson

Of who are the ones to

Tear down the walls

It is gorgeous she says

This wounded existence

Gate crashing it seems

Never ends with the wishing

I’m here now she cries

I don’t need permission

I’m here now she whispers

I have got a mission.

4.21.19

nyc

Photo: Tim Tapling

Promenaders : West Kirby : Wirral : 31:May:2024.