Nauset Beach – by Stuart Nunn

 

wind brings the gulls
to a hover
and they drop down out of it
complacently
sand stretches north
and south forever
there are colonies
of hardy bathers
by the lifeguard’s chair
but we
have gone beyond all that
allowing the waves’ wildness
to lure us on
the broken shell you find
half smoothed is strange
to our European eyes
the seals watch us
more astutely than we them
turning
we find the wind
in our faces
and home an ocean away

 

 

 

Stuart Nunn is a retired FE lecturer living in South Gloucestershire. He belongs to poetry groups in Cheltenham and Cherington (near Tetbury). He is chairman of an athletics club, but never runs.

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