Summer Poem: Salt Blind

We slip away at dawn’s first light,
no names, no rings, no past,
the road unwinds towards the coast
where no one asks who’s asked.

The town won’t know us, salt-blind, bright,
two strangers in the crowd;
your hand in mine at last, in sight,
and nothing said out loud.

We swim where nobody can tell
whose shoulder brushes whose,
the sea keeps every secret well
and asks us nothing new.

Come dusk we’ll dress in borrowed calm,
sand shaken from our hair
and drive back into careful lives,
still tasting summer there,
and keep, beneath our winter coats,
a warmth we’ll never wear.

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Alec Harvey
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