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
It all wasted on the seagull who
Is now a pebble stroller.
I am the one who is fenced in.
Words & Photography ©2019 Christopher Thompson All rights reserved