She wants to know <br />what is so special <br />about this beach – <br />been here a hundred times before <br />under a hundred skies unnoticed <br />arched across that rock <br />that is the only constant <br />in a hundred seas – <br /> <br />today <br />the sea is luminous; <br />a string of single purple clouds <br />forms a bruised line across the blue – <br />I say: it’s just a rock, out there: <br />it doesn’t have to mean the same to you.<br /><br />Jacqui Thewless<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/church-rock/
