You’re staring at the sea slap.
Salt filled breeze hits back.
Ears full with headphone music- crap.
Chatter filling every space, with a pace
That’s running, ruining, ruling.
Once a rhythmic beat to step to
Now a rhythmic beat to hide from.
Switch-off the chitchat – It’s time to hit back.
Cos when you do it’s more full than empty;
Still doesn’t mean stagnant, it’s movement
Breaks and fragments.
Jazz up the beat-
Notice the swell and the stitch.
Appreciate the tiredness and enthusiasm around you,
Pumping, pulsing, pursuing you-
Let it run into unruly silence beneath you.
In a world that won’t stop,
Stop still a while.