Bare feet and balance
with eyes turned down, the child steps
from sandy beach
out and carefully along
a bleached grey log as long and rough
as ancient trees it must have known,
or might have been
in younger age.
Before the fall
into the sea, and all its days
Spent travelling.
Before some storm rode high and pitched
it up this beach, then drew away.
And left it half buried in dunes, and half
a place for kids to play.
Very evocative.
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