Tuesday, 28 August 2012
almost forgotten by the moving lowering sun -
the pebbles warm, for now;
golden forms of late day swimmers.
The tiny white peach-likes exposed for me; are quickly gone.
Lapping edge pebbles move once more,
the lake changing
shape, changing colour.
The heat subsides; the evening beckons
as the sun moving
catches patches and people part; for now.
The girls lie at the water's edge, half in half out
of the warm cooling lake, tossing the fine pebbles
lost in child dreams.
They conspire, giggling
in first friendly intimacy; none allowed in,
not the elderly couple stumbling
along the shingle shore - long past intimacy.
They pass; the lost girls giggle more hidden in their game.
Just off; a man swims, a strong crawl
easy breathing stroke past the buoys
and back again.
The lapping water here
against the harbour bar wall.
Today; glass like grey but green once in,
and warm as my arms break through the fresh expanse.
Cooler lower and clear down to stones,
peeking up from sandy patches.
The tiny perch dart away from threat in the lower silence.