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
https://nzpoetryshelf.com/2021/06/11/poetry-shelf-theme-season-fourteen-poems-about-walking/
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.
