Standing in the water on a beach
one's mind has extra reach.
' Notice how the sand changes colour when you walk on it? '
Notice these things, and talk of it.
Beach poems.
Catch the scent,
feel the warmth of the occasion.
These poems are my vocation.
And so, staring out through the pane of my office,
I see from sixty miles away,
Sunshine and pebbles
Ice-cream
sand-dunes
and sea.