Yesterday I left my senses behind

And decided to walk

From New Romney to Dymchurch

A distance of about five miles

The temperature of this scalding day

Was between eighty-five and ninety

Yet was subtly cooled by a kind sea breeze

I was in a heaven that I did not understand

A wilderness a wasteland a place of barren beauty

In time and completely by accident

I found a piece of rough concrete

That had been painted by an unknown artist

Red Green Purple and Grey

It is now in the art gallery that I call my home




August 12th 2024