The coast elbowed the land
a sea came from afar
nudged the pebbles until they rolled.
We walked. Left a memory
in the road. I unclipped
the lead from my hand,
and you cut away the distance
between yourself and a gull.
I followed the earth’s golden dust
as you pounded the edge of land
An oystercatcher flicked up into the gulp.
I watched the sun on your fur
that carried light, put prints
in the sand before I got there.
I hope they’re still around to lead me
when I go back, alone.
Gareth lives in Wales. He has two collections by FutureCycle, The Miner & A Bard’s View. He is a current student at Manchester Met.