Pier Into The Past
We walked to
The end
Of the pier
And watched
The distant
Ships, silently
Drift toward
The horizon
Accompanied by
The seagulls
And the clouds
And the waves
Until the ships
Had long passed
From view
And the cold
Of evening
Arrived unbidden
Now the seagulls
Disappeared into
Horizon skies
The clouds had
Amassed into a
Bank of solid grey
And the waves
Passed below with
Ineffable relentless power
I turned and
Walked back
Along the pier
Accompanied by
The footsteps of
Summer memories
When the seagulls
Greeted us as
Old friends
And the clouds
Parted to high white
In cobalt skies
And the waves
Stilled to a
Flat calm
But now cold winds
Encouraged weather tears
As I left the pier behind
And it was then I
Recalled we were
Not alone
Only I was
