Prone on Sydney beach
High tide
Darkens the sand, with moisture
Low-lying moonlight
Shades sea and land, the same
Approaching waves
Embellish the horizon
With their curling white.
Gazing out
I cannot, conjure
The hate
That motivated, my escape
From this special space.
Days later
Afternoon sun failing
I buy a 6-pack
Exchanging conversation with the clerk
We laugh, his tone
Jocular, breezy
Makes me unconsciously, lean in
Relax
Why did I leave?
Sun finally falls
In nearby park
Four of us, splay across grass
I crack open the beer
Observing, countless groups doing the same
The oncoming dusk
Gifts us all
Soft pink glow
And someone in a group nearby
Catches me staring
I smile back
So as to say
I left Sydney
And now I am back.