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Travelling light

I walk on the beach every morning. There’s always something unexpected, something surprising. Something beautiful. This poem came from one of those moments. lt’s on Paula Green’s Poetry Shelf website


She is walking at the edge of the sea
on the wet shining sand.
The bright sky is behind her.
She is travelling
on a sheet of grey light.

We pass, and I wave.
She laughs. Of course.
A woman who walks at the edge,
on light, would laugh.