The beaches here
never grow old.
Just as the rocks raise
their bulky bodies from the deep,
they are covered
by the next wave.
The islanders
know from children
of the constant flux –
the sands that become seabed
that becomes sands.
They have learnt to gauge
and test themselves against time
as the sea tests
its strength
in swallowing.
Marianna Pliakou
Image : Guernseypoets
