The beach was extremely wide today as the tide was very low
And apart from a fisherman and a couple of dogwalkers it was deserted
This suited me as I like to be alone with my thoughts
In the distance a white yacht was heading towards the invisible horizon
I was young when I wrote my first book
But it was not as successful as I thought it might be
This disappointed the main characters
So I made it up to them by writing another book
Which met with more success but faded slowly
The good people of this town are still searching for my main characters
But they are long drowned although they still haunt me without rest
As I killed them off in a fit of pique when my second book failed
The fisherman who I believe is called Neil is looking at the sky
It is likely that we will chat about my interest in fishing
I often look at the sky and imagine dogfish by the thousand
Living serenely under the visible waves awaiting their capture