Do you remember the sound as country met cliff?
The incessant utterances of waves
as if in a zealous bout of worship.
The crumbling in the distance –
the singing erosion of salt, sand and rock.
Do you remember the sea foam?
The bubbles and spit?
Softened shards melting beneath,
shifting, swaying with the seaweed.
The kelp calling for help –
wailing like souls from the sea witch’s floor.
Do you remember the sun?
How it shone between spells of rain;
an abracadabra of rainbow and grey.
Do you remember how it felt?
The floods and my love.
The ocean and its mouth.
The kisses and chips.
Do you remember –
will you always remember –
how it felt?
Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2020