Walkers (Morecombe)

Sunday, a woman struggles with an umbrella
Coat collar turned to the cold, dressed in green and black

Her kids, two of them follow in indiscipline
My emptiness longing to be part of the photo

But they are gone, the jetty and me
Wishing towards the silver slither of sand

Silhouetted on the beach an elderly couple in unison
Bent under the sheet of sky, in rays of light

Attachments for now are as far away
As a birds call over the artic

Meandering I observe, kelp, cockles, razor shells
Walk on the lace of sand, walking to not go anywhere

Nick Monks studied philosophy at Hull university. He lives in NW England and has spent about seven years working and travelling abroad. He likes as hobbies ornithology and mountain walking.