Brighton Pier

All we are left to play with
Is some sadness
And a few neat addictions
To fears
Walks
And compulsive reads.

Then also staring at the open sea
Learning how to squeeze
Some wisdom out of this
Flat blue breathing of waves

And murmuring of lost loves
Numberless defeats
Polishing their surfaces
To make them shine
In memory —

Then failing again
And again while the answer sinks
Further out of reach.

 

Photo by Kristian Egelund

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