Cliff Walk

by T.P. Wilkinson / September 6th, 2015

Weakly
wandering
stunned
through
foggy corridors
forgetting
foreboding
features
fixed.
Sprayed
streams
aflight
uncertain
stages
crackling
beneath
my sandaled
feet.
Along
the rugged
rocky,
road
descending
to my beach
my hands
clutching
sweetly,
everyone
I meet.

T.P. Wilkinson, Dr. rer. pol. writes, teaches History and English, directs theatre and coaches cricket between the cradles of Heine and Saramago. He is author of Unbecoming American: A War Memoir and also Church Clothes, Land, Mission and the End of Apartheid in South Africa. Read other articles by T.P..

This article was posted on Sunday, September 6th, 2015 at 8:03am and is filed under Poetry.