Slapton Sands

Hand on the throttle

Mind racing the road

The corners twist and bend

Running right through

The crevices of my brain

Entwining themselves within its muscle

The sand whips up a storm

On the beach I sit at

While the waves come creeping in

Teasing to reach my boots

A lone man walks to the end of the beach

In search of his thoughts

While I count every grain of sand

In my palm

Looking for God

Goliath

I face a mountain

That looms over me

Its spikes and crags

I feel pointing through my soles

I’m cold

Warmed fear

Fear that washes over my body

Rinsing me from head to toe

A wave clearing sense from skin

But like the shepherd boy David with his sling

Shadowed by the mighty Goliath

Clad in gleaming golden armour

I will scale that mountain

Its spikes sneering

Its peak glaring

To rise with battered hands and feet

Calloused from wear

To feel the sun shine upon my face

Cleansing me of my fear

Leaving this mountain beneath me

Only to see the next mountain, higher

 

Another chance, to feel closer

 

To that light