Everyone driving to the sea.
Long rows of cars.
Fashionable colors: red, white, blue.
Through small towns
where letters were sent, received.
Returned to sender.
Everyone driving out to sea.
Wheels carrying everything east.
Luggage full of fears.
Buckets of envy.
Sacks of indifference.
Everyone to the driving sea.
Where the world meets the sand lie
the windbreaks.
Stretches of taut fabric.
In long rows red, white, blue.
Protecting everyone from the east.
And the driving wind.
The cleansing wind.
Everyone faces the sea.
For a moment or two.
Everyone driven from their cars.
And their fretful umbrellas.
And their fussing hats.
For a moment they almost hear
what the wind came to tell them.
Then the windbreaks flap.
A sound like a slap.
Taut faces turn away.
Someone calls out.
Laughter from a bottle.
Chatter spreads.
Glasses are passed.
The wind blows past,
over the windbreaks,
into the sky.
