Cushendun Beach

The beach of Cushendun
Always present inside me
It comes back in waves
Advancing, receding
With a rasping, tearing sound
As pebbles roll back to the sea.

I've walked the beach one thousand times or more
Picked up sheep skulls
Popped seaweed blisters
It always clear my mind
Injects calm into my racing heart.

I wish the beach could be inside of me.
Or I could be the oily Cormorant.
Diving down, coming up
Never seeming tired.
Always there, as if there was only one Cormorant.

I sued to skim stones in anger
Bouncing frustration accross the waves.
Now I just stand there
Sucking in the cold, sharp air
Absorbing the light, the sound, the smell.
Turning anger into calm serenity.