as I wander on Freshwater beach
by the ocean on the edge of Wales
imagining I'm Laurence of Arabia.
The dunes are transient, as we all are,
shifted by the south-west winds
and imperceptibly moving in time.
I pause in wonder for the view is sublime.
A grizzled skipper and common blue butterfly
flicker on yellow irises,
violet southern marsh orchids and water mints
under a cobalt Saharan sky.
The sea is placid today, waves sizzle
to their doom on the sun-kissed golden sand
and I feel like racing into the sea,
waves of tranquillity sweep over me.