The old bookshop cafe

A policy forcing the sea to reclaim its inheritance washed the café at Cley beach car park away.

Centuries ago

Over bacon rolls

mugs of tea

we dreamed of being a family

Reclaiming myself

I removed the sluice gates you built into me

Opened to the sea

A new landscape

Unprotected coast

Felt free

Not quite me

Undressed  like the sand banks

The sea now more quickly erodes.

The elements and me.