Salt

Our first holiday as "lads"
we hauled out of our tent
four of us
headed down to the sea.

Stones and air clinked with salt
blue sky, white clouds,
waves crashing on the shore
an awe-inspiring rocky stack.

We strolled along, hardly talking,
faint stoney path splitting.
They meandered up above
I continued below, no sweat.

We met soon enough, paths and us,
continued walking along.
All of a sudden Damien snarled at me
"why do you always have to be fuckin'
different?"

And the path and the waves
and the "lads" strolled along
four of us
along the shore and onto the rocks.