At the Headland, the rocks intone their ancient chant.
The beach is awash with pebbles, seaweed and shale.
O I know that I stand on significant ground
As awe and wonder permeate each firm texture!
The gulls\' cries uncover myriad queer secrets.
I glimpse the tern\'s swift flight via reflective pools.
It arcs and jinxes through the salted air of spring,
In and out of sight. Microcosms of delight
Greet me in the gleaming high tides, wave after wave.
Under cerulean skies, I imbibe soft rays
Of soothing light, as the past spreads warm memories.
And I know that this coast- line is embedded in
My very bones. O it rejects Modernity\'s
Weak, sullied flesh and centres its curious guests!
It seems to know, how the heart easily fractures,
And provides a robust refuge for those who\'re lost.