The House Which Has Seen It All Before

Who then are these characters?
Onto whom do we peep?
The family or the surfers
Or the headlandic walkers?
Mother is forever looking to the horizon
Whilst the children are simply absorbed,
In their childhood and a board.
See how the surf returns
On its cycle of tides,
Where wet-suited adventurers
Anticipate Rides.
It all wasted on the seagull who
Is now a pebble stroller.
And me?
I am the one who is fenced in.

Words & Photography ©2019 Christopher Thompson All rights reserved

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