Ballyholme Beach
Standing on the esplanade,
I am less alone here
than I would be on the shore below,
where weekend bathers cluster.
An impressive list of missed futures
cycles through my mind.
What I ask for now:
a daily walk on this shore, scent of briny sea
lines in my notebook, shaped into a poem
another day of health, cancer still at bay
another day standing here,
loved by you.