South Shore. Poem by willow moon pearce

5am and I enter the beach
Immediately there is a strong definition
Of land and sea.

From the sea comes the hiss
Of receding water.
From the land - darkness
But with an overwhelming scent
Of the land locked bushes and trees
And the night blooming sirius.

My feet press into the pink sand.
Which hardens where it meets the sea
As I continue -

To look at the heavens
Is a true acceptance
Of the quiet and the joy of the stars
And the constallations
With the salt air
Timeless
Another free experience
Of this earth
Available to all.