Once upon a time
We went on one of our adventures
Filey or Flamborough –
Somewhere with sand
And greenish blueish northern sea.
The beach was full of things to discover
But the tides trapped us:
We started to return
And found the waves had met the rocks first
Stranding us in a horseshoe of stone.
To the left, the sea.
To the right
Ahead and behind us
You went up first
Plastic bag of food in hand
Showing me a trail to safety
Probably made only for goats.
I followed anyway
Sometimes on my hands and knees
Eyes up, determined to be brave
You never crawled
You didn’t fear the drop.
I remember, vividly
Balancing on a path no wider than my foot
The cliff dropping away on both sides
And I was too stubborn to call for you
Too frightened to distract you –
What if you fell?
Anyway, we made it.
I think I held your hand in relief
And we laughed the laugh of avoiding death
And on the drive home, we agreed
Never to tell my mother.