Thanks for this day, which woke with sun
and rabbits in the field,
thanks for sleep and toast, surf spray, sandy towels,
children running to the sea light-footed,
my family playing in the waves,
all the people loving a wide beach,
the space, warm air,
our baby asleep in the shade.
Thanks for her hand, clenched,
for apples, pitta bread, juicy tomatoes.
Thanks for stones and shells, rock-pools,
blue umbrellas, buckets, joy.
The sand martins fly into their holes,
a plane tugs a banner along the sky.
It should say: Thanks for it all. Thanks.
poem and photo Rose Cook