and from the cliff edge I stare
at the sheer majesty of Three Cliffs Bay
standing like pyramids in the sand
with a meandering estuary.
As a child I used to envisage
I roamed the Nile on soporific days
now I see the ghost of a boy
staring up at his kite in an azure sky
remembering how I nearly drowned
in the indifferent estuary appearing so benign.
The ocean sparkles as if with emeralds
but today I'm unable to run free
so just admire the view of cliffs and sea.