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Grandparents:
A boy wrapped in a thick towel,
After playing in freezing water.
A young couple:
refusing to declare defeat
against the evening’s chill.
Two women:
Spending time in silence,
With beers.
Little girl:
Carrying sibling piggyback,
Down sandy dunes, too short legs dangling.
Elderly man alone:
Cannot get his tent set up,
Younger man walking over, helping.
There is hope,
Always hope,
Where love is.
No matter what love looks like.
I am watching the light of a head-torch
Like a will-o’-the-wisp bobbing above ground
My hopes are where this light is
Strong arms holding me
A giant caring loving heart
In a flawed man you say
We are all flawed I answer
Where my road will lead
I know not
Where your road will lead
You know not
But I know for sure
That for now
We walk together
Your heart beat
The sound of my world
Ticking on steadily
I am listening
Safe
Home
Can you tell me
Tell me about a time
About a time you were happy
Were happy being alive
Being alive in here and now?
And now can you tell me
Tell me of your love lost
Your love lost in this time since
Time since running through your fingers
Your fingers like water?
Like water you desperately tried drinking
Tried drinking that water of life
Water of life which is love
Is love or whisky
Whisky won?
Whisky won now your love is gone
Is gone like that time which passed
Which passed when you were happy
Were happy for ever
Forever
PS: the Gaelic term for whisky is uisge beatha, and means water of life
Poetry by Nathalie 