Old People On The Beach

by John Grey

Squawk of gulls 

as the wind of other days 

blows off the ocean rolls, 

and a blankness  

wells up on the horizon. 

The past is gone. 

Terns slant their wings 

parallel to holes in cliff wall. 

The pounding of the shore  

goes on and on. 

The coastline that was and sea 

is now one darkness. 

Even Spring  

is particular in what it renews. 

Some merely live the life 

of least resistance.  

Rising over the dunes, 

a solitary figure  

frames in falling light 

then disappears down the other side. 

From nowhere to no place, 

retreating flocks  

come home. 


John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in Orbis, Dalhousie Review and the Round Table. His latest books, “Leaves On Pages” and “Memory Outside The Head” are available through Amazon.

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