Saturday, 27 December 2008

In your overcoat

In your overcoat, I am fading into the colours of stern faced utility and grey stone corporate. While I feel the warmth of lichened rock or the pale bleach out of driftwood would suit me better, my new camouflage will do. I am learning how to be invisible, unnoticed, uninteresting. 

In the shroud of your huge coat, I can sit out on the beach in the wind bite and face rush of zero degrees, warm enough to write for a while. 

The sea surges sideways into the shore, lurches in and scoops out curves, lines the beach with the wave shapes of a child's drawing. And I am on that sea, awaiting my sea legs, holding on tight to a smooth rail, as the far corners of my eyes cry at the blast of sun shimmer.