To be continued….

Dew soaked the windscreen on the outside

Breath and hot coffee steamed up the inside

And both blurred the white street lamps

Into orbs of white

Against a pre dawn sky

Of a deep blue

Speckled with stars.

My fathers snoring had kept us all awake

And one by one the orbs of white blinked off

Whispering in my lay-by Falmouth dawn

So with the birds dawn chorus singing

I went to sit besides the river

Gazing down stream

Towards what in the end must be the sea?

A foreign shore

Of unknown sand and stones

Cornwall in the late 1960”s

Pregnant with my identity

To be continued…..

 --Graham Evans, Cornwall 69