Amroth
Each footprint a journey
turns the beach into dreamtime.
They collide, converge
in silent riot of unmet strangers:
perhaps a supple body twisting,
flicking sand wishes to the wind
or two minds in opposition
slinging firm prints in terse lines
and there, a loner shuffles
an exotic weft into the mesh
then falters.
The sun’s glance burns
into the depth of every step
every pattern of feet on sand,
each strand weaving dreamfibres
without start or end
just journeys
and
sweet sea havoc on the turn.