August in Wales
On top of a cliff
I sat down
Taking off my socks and shoes
I breathed in the landscape
I could look out to the sea
Infinity!
The vast blue water moved up and down
sparkling as the sun shined west
The grey clouds moved to one side.
Opening a curtain of light
only birds seemed to hunt after.
It was low tide and I could see
the beach. It was large, so large.
The horizon marked other cliffs I wasn't on yet.
A bird flew in.
It was beautiful, big and brown in hues.
Immobile, he floated in front of me,
his wings spread out far.
Afraid to move, like him, I floated in stillness.
Covered in grass, I was invisible.
I blinked at the wind,
and like an arrow the bird darted down.
I traced with my eyes the bottom of the cliff
where the ocean met the rocks.
They came together with such great force.
The statuesque bird was gone.
On top of a Cliff
I sat down
I let the landscape fill my lungs