Updated: Oct 14
When the noise of the world becomes too much
filling my head with uncomfortable thoughts
and my belly with fear of what the future might hold,
I will take a walk along the shores of the Forth.
And if I am feeling brave
I will shed the trappings from my feet
and step where the water rushes over the cold sand.
Each thrust of the ocean
washing icy diamonds across my naked toes.
I will concentrate until I can feel
the breath of the wind in my chest
and hear the pebbles
moving up the beach.
on the turning
of the tide
and falls with
the rhythms of the moon.
I will join the Oyster Catchers
with their bright red legs wading in the wake,
stabbing at the gritty ground with their sharp orange beaks,
unencumbered by thoughts of tomorrow.
Their focus is in the here and now
and what juicy morsels they might find.
I will search too,
in amongst the glistening, iridescent green, detritus of the sea,
I might find treasures with once sharp edges,
now worn smooth by time and the caress of the sea.
Until suddenly the oyster catchers take flight.
A flurry of black, white and red
against a cool blue sky
and I will feel the soft breeze
from their feathers brush my skin
and I will awaken having found peace
in a wild thing.