with the family,

on the red sand beaches of pei
a long walk along the retreated shore
the sun as big as a gull to a worm, as insistant
and beneath us the razor clams burrow
faster than the shovel, a thousand points of light
streaking downwards through the sand
into our darkness
the tide is coming in soft
rippling the surface sands

we return to the house by bicycle
drawn soundly back inside the walls
to gather round the kitchen table
and share our warmth
while the sun sets trough shifting leaves
and we breathe life into this lonely house