‘Au Revoir’, ‘Merci’, i pedal wallow around the corner there to be greeted by a looming huge impossible wall of BOAT! ferry to france!
perched high above on the prow, a gaggle of chirruping french school kids
i could see up their nostrils, if i but had a telescope! de caprio and winslett squeezed awkwardly betwixt and between them
windmilling arms in farewell, channeling obelix, ever gallic, i holler ‘Au Secour, Zut Alors!’
after this entente cordial, its onwards to seaford head, bike path across the marshlands, hugging the bepebbled crescent swoop of the bay
full power… foot to the floor …and then, it being a bike, another foot to the floor… repeat!
… and once there, why to plunge into the briney blue! jostled by choppiness, a few swift strokes, out deeper, the rhythmic, joyful pummel pulse of waves
floating on my back, suspended beneath blue and above blue, womb speck midst the immense amniotic ocean
alone? mind chides, impossible to be forlorn, when we are one with the oneness (alledgedly)
waaaaaggh late for work, brouhaha flounder ashore through the shallows, first fish on land
… and there, why my thermos cup of coffee toppled over in the breeze, glug glugged away into the dry sand
alone with the oneness
