Walking on wheels
Walking on wheels is perfect therapy
When exploring the intertidal zone,
With my shadow keeping me company,
As video records upon my phone.
Travelling so swiftly over the sand,
The sun on my back, wind tussling my hair,
Happy! Squeezing the throttle with my hand
I race full pelt, spirits high, without care,
Along Eastmans Beach to the riverside
Where island traders leave the estuary,
A special place to explore, walk and ride,
At Bridport, a small village by the sea.
But walking on wheels is so short and sweet.
It’s back to my crutches and stumbling feet.