Fire pit on the Beach.
At the edge of the land,
where Marram grass
gives way to grainy sand,
an abandoned firepit lies.
A circle of grey rocks
Smooth, sea polished
Contains burnt fragments
damp from last nights storm.
We provide new kindling
sit on cold stones.
watch the sunset and
coax new fire into the pit
to keep us warm.
We sit, as others have
in previous times
Dunes cradling our backs.
We watch and see the wonder
of the fire in its elemental dance
and the magnificence of the sea
that stretches endlessly before us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem