Hey guys,
I remember writing this poem back in February of 2024, walking the beach at Mystery Bay in New South Wales, Australia. My fiancee and I were camping up the Sapphire coast, when we crossed paths with this funky family. Some crazy things were going on in the world at the time. But watching those kids play reminded me that that humanity’s alright.
Till next time,
Justin
Not everything’s mad
by Justin Gil
I saw three young boys today playing on the beach thrashing into each other, fixed smiles on their faces. Their lights were as bright as their flowing blonde hair and tie-dye shirts. 'Brothers', I thought. And remembered what it felt like to be that young. I kept walking and could see their parents backing their caravan in place at the top of the cliff. The sea breeze carried a fresh chill. The youngest fell and started crying on the shoreline. Their mom called them over like kelpies with a whistle. I think the world is going to be alright.
This poem is unpublished.