I'd bid the land farewell -

We were walking northwards, towards the Skerrs, when we saw the seal - 

A soft rain had fallen - 

Far from the sea's edge, the seal lay in his beautiful shining coat upon the sand - 

He turned his head - 

I felt the gentle strangeness of his gaze upon me - 

What would it be like, I wondered, to change your skin with the tide ? - 

I'd leave a track on the ribbed sand -

I'd bid the land farewell for the moonlit sea - 

14.19 

Thursday 28 July 2016

Chiswick Sands

Northumbria