Beach at Bastad, Paul Gustav Fischer, Denmark, 1902
The tide leaving slowly as the sun dries the beach, we found a small dingy, red and white, just where the tide meets.
That’s our dingy, and this is our beach.
Not really. But the encroaching moss and piles of drift wood tell me no one else knows, so it’s ours for now.
Time is taking our dingy, ammophila surrounding our paradise, creating a puzzle in the sand. No matter, our paradise is here for now.
She leans forward on her towel, knees curled to her chest, one arm massaging her neck , mesmerised by the storm far at sea. She is peace, she is silence. Mine for now.
I’m not watching the storm, I sit perched on the edge of our dingy, I watch the wind dance through her hair, the sand swirling around her toes, I’ve never felt envy for the elements before.
We stay for now, for as long as we can. Silence and paradise. Just two girls at the beach of Bastad.
Rae Brooks is an avid pet owner who recently completed a course in creative writing and was drawn to poetry in most of its forms.
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