I wish I was a weatherman
or an archaeologist.
But this world
does not give us the control
we all want.
The beach was littered
with bluebottles.
The oceans bombs
turned to landmines on the sand.
And I treated them as such,
it helps to have something
to concentrate on.
Like they had never considered being apart,
two figures of fantasy
loped towards me
shoulder to shoulder;
in a straight line.
Yet somehow, in their innocence
they were spared any explosions.
Tongues lolling,
hanging out,
my
oh
my
they made me smile
and stopped my minds erosions.
I know simple is best.
However it takes more
than a simple request
to dissolve the complex.
Our dreams don’t disappear
but we get older
and find it harder to remember.