Bake-a-yarn: The Bend in the Road

Sunday, 25 June 2023

Why am I always looking backwards

when from around that bend

I can already smell salt in the air

and hear the screech of gull

and feel the scorch of sand on foot

and cold rush of sea strike from toe to nape.

I could be savouring that

But instead here I stand

my face to the road already travelled

consumed by the wrong turns taken

the ensuing damage done,

the time lost, the regret,

when I could at least be teetering

on the whim of something new.