Short Break
by Patricia Diane
Wilson
Email: gardenersrest@btinternet.com
She marks her territory with a large towel,
slips off her sarong revealing the raw
results of yesterday’s sun.
supine among a scattering of beached bodies
the present prevails.
She shuts her eyes,
draws in the rays
and scent of salt,
hears children
mould their childhood
memories
in sand and water.
On heat-fuelled dreams
she soars
above hushing waves,
sees clear horizons,
limitless and radiant,
between feathered clouds.
The wax drips.
Soon she’ll head home
to peel and pale.
©2006 Patricia Diane Wilson
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