Dark clouds are gathering behind my eyes,
inside my head an imperfect storm is brewing.
Black waves of thoughts froth and swell
then surge and crash
against my resolve.

A resolve that is a castle,
a castle built of sand.
Whose smooth walls have
withstood many storms and
although some of its parapets
crumble today the rest stands firm.

Once the storm passes I
lower my drawbridge, then
as for the rock pools of doubt
left behind, I tread carefully
round them.Wary of what
they might conceal.


An Enjoyable Hour Spent on the Beach.

The waves lap gently on the shore,
As just for an hour or a little more,
We all sit down upon the sand,
Our buckets and spades close at hand.
And while the gulls so rudely screech,
We make sandcastles on the beach.
These simple structures give simple pleasures,
And bring us all joy without measure,
Then after we’ve made a castle so firm,
It’s time for each of us to take a turn.
To raise up our trusty spade,
And joyfully destroy what we’ve just made.

I Can See the Sea from the Front Window

I can see the sea from the front window.
It’s just at the bottom of the garden.
Over the fence,
Past the road,
Down the steps,
Across the sand,
There it is.
Sometimes a passing bus obscures it,
Or a throng of sun-worshippers camp in front of it,
Or the men from the council trim the verge by it.
But if I stand on my toes,
Looking very closely,
Exercising a bit of imagination,
I can see the sea from the front window.