onto the Channel at Burnham on Sea
I imagine the steamer back in 1858,
(the first passenger ferry from Cardiff)
trapped in wet sand, indifferent seagulls
gliding and screeching loudly as today
quite oblivious to the people's dismay.
But the passengers from long ago
are far beyond anger and frustration
as my eyes feast on the vast sandy shore
leading all the way to Brean Down.
I walk to the edge of the water
near to where the grand steamer ran aground
listening to the ocean's hypnotic sound.