Snow at the Shoreline
Cappuccino waves crash upon the shore
Spin-drift and snow meet at high tide,
Overlap and kiss across a barrier
Made of iced shingle and flotsam,
Feathers and cuttlefish corpses.
Roar of sea and wind drown out
The cries of gulls and the crunch
Of feet through snow and sand.
Breath snatched from my mouth,
I puff and lean hard into the wind
Struggle to stay upright
Gasp at the slash of snow,
Leap from the encroaching sea
As it tries to steal back land.
A few fishermen fight with rods,
“We’re mad,” says one as I pass.
I agree but the words vanish,
Lost amid the tumult,
So I shout, “Aren’t we all?”
He nods, fervently and I move on.
A gull hovers above me,
Riding the storm eagle-eyed for scraps.
I trudge home, hands in pockets
Face hidden by hat and scarf,
My eyes narrowed against the gale
An icy Bedouin stamping in snow,
Exhilarated but wearied by winter.