I am ever seeking the quieter beaches.
Do not believe, in Australia, there are miles
where at dawn you will not see the ‘prints –
not on the East coast, leastwise. Here reaches
of sand are scarred from daybreak, the tiles
of footprints are laid down, the dents
made by feet in the sand are there; so stale to me,
such beaches are no longer virgin to we few – we
people who do not want to meet each other, ever.