Ides of march

 I do not say “beware”...

I fear not that blade for my strength lies within.

“Well, the ides of march have come”.

And it is time for change again, 

The little death,

To see, to feel, again, it is the mundane where the beauty lies,

For I feel it in my body’s tides,

And it is good!

Every now and again, and not often that enough, I venture out from my little family for a moment of renewal. And once a year I make it a pilgrimage. Marking the passing of the year on the Ides of March. This year 2018, found me on Boscombe Beach!

Ides of March

It was blowing snow off the beach.

I, dressed as a hero in my gleaming neoprene.

Questing to find crystal light on water.

Clumsy cold among the waves.

Snotty in dirty green water.

I want to hunt for buzzards,

Sorring majestic on the wing.

I want to find a place,

For all this….

I seek my silhouette in Lotus,

Against a blazing sunset.

I sit in stead on a hard plastic chair.

At a sticky table,

Children’s chorus, 

Competing for volume with pop music.

This world, so mundane,

Beauty, hid among sea front peers,

And ice cream vans.

Reverence, held by gleaming touchscreens.

Stillness rejected, For Lonely moments.

March 2018