Sand dune in my mind

I left the Island a week ago, but that sand dune is still imprinted in my mind…
no, not just there.
Any time I think about an idea related to country,
it’s where I go.
You can’t see it in this picture,
it’s behind where I stand.
Lit up for just a few more moments as the sun drops.
Our friends were out as we were leaving the dune, one, two, three of them.
It’s their time.

A quiet acknowledgement and then we leave. 

Image by W Playne

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