Tag: beach

I settle in for the night. Resting my back, and positioning myself for what little comfort I can manage.

It’s not easy being homeless. Even at the beach.

I watch. Families, couples, surfers, fossickers, as they wrap up their long summer days. Their skin lightly pinkened and salty; weary bodies trudging back to waiting cars; the chatter and laughter as they go about it all. Their sense of purpose; their connection; makes me envious.

The implied company I’ve held throughout the day, slowly dissipates to return to their respective homes. Now it is just me.

The air quietens and stills. The sand empties and cools. I am left with my thoughts, rolling in fervently like the waves breaking on shore. I am a juxtaposition; colliding with the peaceful surroundings.

Tonight at least, an almost full moon is my companion. It casts a muted, pearly sheen across the rocks and sand dunes before me. Things don’t seem so scary now.

I drift in and out of sleep, dreams of better times keeping me from fully resting. I once had my own head to hold dear. And hands that clasped me near. How had it come to this? Where were they now? And did they remember me…or care?

The night is long and finally, I shiver awake with the morning dew. A crackle of cockatoos shriek and announce the coming dawn.

The sky is cloudy and today the sun peeks through more cautiously, as though afraid it might offend with its brightness. I am grateful of this as another long day yawns before me. There is nothing I have to do, but sit and wait.

Smells of warm, fresh bread waft across from Bazza’s Hot Bake. A sole person, a girl, wanders the beach. She is weaving in and out of the water and capturing the salt air on her tongue. Mentally, I will her to come my way….challenge her to see me. And she does.

However, it is fleeting and now she is also gone.

How many days have passed me by like this, I cannot recall.

But like a sentry, I hold firm my post. Hoping this will be the day I am found…

By Sarah ©2023