The sun falls behind the dunes before we
reach our camp. The dusk is heavy, full of
summer’s perfume – Foxglove and Yarrow and
Oxalis cloud our tired minds. The dusk
is heavy, full of dying light – an orange
haze collects on the horizon. I’ve seen
this before, smelt summer like this before.
Listened to the owls hunt like this before.
Felt the sand on my skin like this before.
This moment is unforgettable but
The daisy blooms and the bat flitters in
the half dark like he did ten years ago.
I know nothing changes. Nothing grows.