Alone at the beach

The waves playing fetch

With a message

Not in a bottle.

Shhhh! They whisper.

I listen; but not content

They print their image in the sand

Wet hieroglyphics

I cannot read.

Even the birds are distantly silent

Swooping in soundless arcs.

I am a foreigner here.

Surrounded by

Words I cannot read

Sounds I cannot hear

And messages I don’t understand.

 

By Fiona Lochhead   2012

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