Porth Ceiriad Bay

Descended to the shore, odd how we left

the young girl with us to herself, and went

straight to examine the stratified cliffs,

forgot her entirely in our interest.

You marvelled at the shapes the clockwork sea

had worn the stone, talking keenly, until

the pace of this random sculpture recalled

your age to you, and then its anodynes.

And so you turned, pretending youth, courting

the girl as if you were a boy again,

leaving the wry cliffs to their erosion

and me to my observant solitude.