Frequent Visitor

FREQUENT VISITOR

I have passed this way may times before, carrying tingling droplets of saltiness to enliven the skin and tug at the memory.

Lifting the squawks of gulls as they herald the catch, then turning the laughter of innocents into squeals as tiny grains are whipped into a frenzy about plump, bare legs.

Witness to steps of trepidation and the nervous chatter of those from distant shores setting foot upon this one for the first time.

So too, the fervent whispers from the sons of the Orient as they set off on their long, desperate march.

All curiously and fearfully observed from afar by guardians of the land whose presence is now all but a whispering lament of a near forgotten dreaming.

I am buffeting and raucous.

Soothing and cooling.

Swish-swishing foamy ripples on the sand to create a gentle serenade as darkness descends.

All this and more can be found upon invisible wings.

If you truly listen.

I have passed this way before.

I shall again.

A tribute to coastal breezes and my memories of Robe, South Australia.