Laced up my running shoes, left phone on desk,
Determinedly took those extra kilos for a disciplinary jog,
Thirty minutes later I find myself walking, wet-shoed,
Calves flicked with damp sand. Watching waves pull at gravel,
Rocks gleam reflected light, seashells swoosh in seaweed,
Slanted sunlight on water, The Bridge rises from mist,
Carrying a twisted stick of driftwood, a dog’s lost rope-toy
And a reminder of what a difference salt water makes.