Peregian

The beach stretches before me, its white sand warming my feet, its cushion giving way to a wet packed surface near the shore. I drink in the familiar colours - turquoise near the water’s edge that suddenly turns to cobalt where the sea bed drops away. The sky is cloudless, mirroring the blue below. I walk through the shallows, hearing only the drone and splash of the open sea as it meets the shore. Closing my eyes I inhale the scent of brine.

sleeping tonight

with my hand

on your heart

in its steady beat

the roll of the sea

I dream of shells

salt rinsed, sun bleached

fans, scrolls, spirals

held and admired

gently returned

                By Mary Mageau

                ~ Queensland’s Sunshine Coast, Australia