Beach walking

I forgot the imprints of my fall,
Sleeping with mud drying on my jeans.
My old trainers lost their grip
resurrected only in crisis.

They are barely water tight,
slip sliding me across the estuary,
smoothing samphire into clay.

You feel like my saviour these days.
Staying until I am calm,
Like water finds equilibrium
if just held steady.

We weave our way through the marshes
as the light fades.
Holly runs happily and hopelessly
after imaginary rabbits.

"It’s getting safer you know,
we opened the back door today
and she didn’t run away."