A POETIC PAUSE

A Solo Rescue Mission to Weston-Super-Mare

By Beth Calverley

I’ve got too many things to do, so I’ve run away to Weston for a dose of freshness – to clear

my head of silly lists and ticks. Out there, beyond the pier, is only the truth. The sky

a vague remembrance of rain.

And all this sand beneath my feet – so soft, so forgiving. Nothing to do but breathe.