At The Headland: ( April, 2025)

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.

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.