Beaching Free Poem by Ivan Donn Carswell

If this is the way to celebrate freedom
from four walls of circumstance - then
I’m lost and confined as before; we’re
driving to the beach - there’ll be space,
open air and relativity more in tune with
liberty. My doggy mate Podge shares

Some of these as suits he can wear if
his cortège of haberdashery fails appeal,
raising a greater case for emancipation
than I as he sees the car’s confinement
merely an extension of now and not as
I imagined means to an end

In his way of thinking if opportunity is a
rare visitor, its not dissimilar to staying in
place - so here I am writing while he, in
good cheer, reclines on the rear seat
enjoying the change in his ‘now’ which
isn’t a shared trait, not even vaguely

We alight at Bribie’s Sylvan Beach, a
wry deprecation of deific meaning, into
reach of a debatable westerly sweeping
across Pumicestone; Podge doesn’t see
anomalies, breezily pees everywhere
with incredible dedication

Birthday girl, Ms Munificence, disagrees
any sense of direction so the wind luckily
escapes rational categorisation - she slips
sylph-like into a trance of contentment and
we are recompensed grandly for making
this the journey of the day
© 2013, I. D. Carswell