it is time for a long poem
as the girl at the waters edge
dries her cotton frock
in the breeze
she walks with her friend
quite a hulk of a man
more so when he turns to jog
a fly settles on the inside
of my unnecessary sunglasses
as the boys return from surfing
next stop is the queue
for coffee and muffins
also to watch the small bird
picking up the crumbs
which is what we all do
day by day by day
this is the thoroughfare
for the fashion statement
also the sugar rush for the kids
to be nonchalant seems to be
the look of the moment
should I practice disinterest
no surely not not as the blue sky
appears on the horizon
and also inland
older son is on a prolonged break
to take in coffee and a cigarette
i have a white chocolate lemon muffin
which after all is how sugar coated
lives ought to be lived is it not
when there is a sharp line of horizon
the tide is going out
high tide being at nine am
this maybe accounts for the breeze
i have to move from the chair
onto the rocks as oldest son
needs to get out of his wetsuit
at that very moment
sunlight bursts through to cast a glow
onto family life same as it ever was
picture taking time
oneself, with surfboard
on his knees as he is writes
a replica
of the two-thousand and four version
with surf board and mars bar
