Summer Cliff Walk

Summer late July walk on the cliffs at Portreath about a mile from home.

 and then home.

Our bodies ache
for sabbath
and move towards it
as rain moves
toward the earth
while people within
their coffee scented homes
watch steam rise
from the streets
and their cups
waiting for the day
peace, too, is perpetual. 

Poem by David M. Ayres.

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