By Nathanael O’Reilly


Sunday afternoon reading Thomas

overwhelmed by hiraeth

remembering when we went down

to the shore young and easy


tumbling on the sand beside the waves

seagulls swirling overhead

pelicans gliding above their prey

sand in our hair and between our fingers


yearning for a time beyond time

when youth had no end

passion burned eternally

and death had no dominion


the grass on the sand dunes bent

beneath the force of the southerly

the crest of the waves blown to foam

the sky merging with the sea


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