A wall
Standing between land and sea
Its height, its depth, its robustness
All those other defining features
The memory forgets the sketch
Instead one retraces on an essence
Of that particular Friday morning
Outside the wind picks up
It is still the time of darkness
I hear the sound of rain
Safe in a warm bed, I daydream
Of flags and pavements
Places, between one and another
Where small birds & children played
Ahead of us then
Sights of happiness, or contentment
Sat on a wall, looking at the boats
Tasting the ice cream
Less complicated than the
Complicated arrangements
The fortifications now to disassemble
Today the day is Wednesday
