Constable’s Brighton

The sea breaths in and out
White touches the sand in and out
Retreats back to the blue depths
Dark evening clouds gather above mother and daughter
Feet sunk into the soft sand
They walk, skirts held above ankles
Heads turned to watch a ship cut the sea in and out
The bow turns white as it passes
The sea nips at the daughter’s feet in and out
Sighing
Longing to touch her
To take her
A mast moves on the horizon, bobbing
With the breath of the sea
In and out mother breaths
Leads her daughter on