No.6

Here I am in my head

looking out to sea.

Standing in the tickly barley field

that shimmers yellow-green-gold

in the summer sun.

Here I am in my head

smelling the air,

smelling the wind.

Feeling it skimming my skin,

chilling me a little.

Here I am in my head

counting the seagulls.

Counting the clouds now,

not getting past four.

Here I am in my head

pebbles crunching under bare feet.

Listening to the sea

pulling through the stones.

Looking right through 

the glassy water

at my waxy underwater skin.

Here I am in my head

Remembering

Imagining

Wishing I was there.