On Brighton Beach
by Dean Atta
I let my breathing
catch the timing
of the waves;
meditate.
I don’t swim,
surf or paddle.
I don’t set foot
in the water at all.
When
I need to breathe
I sit
on Brighton Beach.
I love to know
I live on an island.
I know my people
are island people.
I am an island.
Boy becoming a man.
I am at university
discovering my identity.
I see wide open sea
stretch out before me,
but I know the big city
is where I’ll return.
When I sit here
on this beach I
close my eyes,
picture my position
on the coastline;
see the whole country,
continents and planet,
feel reassuringly small.
© from The Black Flamingo by Dean Atta, illustrated by Anshika Khullar (Hodder Children’s Books, £7.99)
With kind permission of the author