There was a moment
Back there
Stood on the grass verge
At the bombing range
A breeze
Whispered over my cheek
Carried on with its movement
To ruffle my hair
In that instant
All of the good times
In my life manifested
To gift love to my mind
I was alone
Yet still I feel
That it could be called
A peak experience
Are those crests of waves
Out beyond the marsh
There isn’t anyone to ask
Why do places close
At the most inopportune times
Gemma is ok
Presumably she’s the daughter
Checking up
To see how her mum’s getting on
On her singles date
Actually the café seems to be
Quite a safe place to meet
To begin a new romantic adventure
Not that I’m an expert
It's only what I’ve read
About being visible
Well, the glass windows
Wrap all way round
And outside
There are folks with cameras and binoculars
Also there is no shortage of love
If you listen to the mobile phones
Those frequent infrequent messages
Which all and sundry
Serve from their table:
Bye
See you soon
Love to everyone…
Not so peaceful
Or soul inspiring
As the bombing range
But at least
I can get a pot of tea
A Cornish pasty
And listen to conversations
Of people deciding where to go next
Even discussing making a list
Of holidays they have been on
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This side of the sea
In a field
Which the farmer
Has already harvested
The geese forage noisily
Occasionally
Perhaps due to some disturbance
They rise into the sky
For their own military-style manoeuvres
This is my reward
For even though I am wearing inappropriate footwear
(Leather-soled brogues with steel heels)
I have walked the kilometre or so
Along the side of Wainfleet Bombing Range