Heather Miodownik

Copyright 2009

The waves crash

like illusions

of a smooth

and pure childhood.

And what is revealed

under the waves,

makes waves

of a hidden life

under the waters.

And one can

crawl into the shell,

hiding the childhood

that was on the beach.

Sunrise

on the horizon.

The sun

giving rise

to secrets whispered

and the town behind is still asleep.

December 1991