vrijdag 28 november 2014


Jumble stumble, waves and sounds
some back and forth, over heads they go
to meander between, sometimes besides
all those women, men and children

who are rocks laying in the stream,
and flowing against the current
cutting closely, sometimes collide
suddenly spinning, turning around

to find at last an island,
a resting place
at riversides
or just a little creek
some water paddling pleasure
a beach full of gapers
pirates who are amused with salt
from drops till foam of the waves
is on their lips

and every beachcomber handful loaded
is parting company to go back home
maybe they’ll come again
we’ll see next year.

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere


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