A clever spider
Who bunches his feet
To become round like a tiny stone

An early morning swim
Alone in the Atlantic
Waves of sand gentle
Beneath my feet
A seagull resting on the glassy surface
My sole companion

Coffee sweetened with sugar

My soul guiding me
Not my mind

My last day of holidays
In Cornwall

Beautiful land of nature
May you always remain
Untouched by the impatient advances
Of avaricious technology

Today I travel from coast to coast
But my memories of this beautiful day
Nourish me
And prepare me for
A new future