It is all so very familiar:
From a certain light at sunset to the sudden fresh breeze.
Dusty warmth to the air caressing lithe beach bodies, both male and
In fragrant supermarkets the strong, open-faced women with
Work-worn hands. Their denim-clad husbands.
Family dinners with all eating together. Fireworks
after dark, and the sensuality of everything.
Azure, misty light. Losing myself at the lapping tideline
Seeking crystal lozenge stones, disturbing scuttling, translucent
Sea creatures. Appetite-honing winds and distances made deceptive
heat shimmers over the currwent-veined sea.
Every evening, watching wobbly, bright satellites in the utterly deep
Dark, with a rus of crickets. The same excitement of another
© Tom Tide 2016