From all eternity
By a cold day of February,
I roamed on the huge seashore that the sea unveils.
The gaze can only fall on the sand.
A peek at the watch to know how long I have left the world.
A peer at the camera that accompanies me.
No, I won’t get photos of migrating birds today.
From afar, a tractor is driving back from an oyster park.
The wind is blowing cold, very cold and is drilling through the cap and the gloves.
I am alone in the immensity,
Like at the dawn of the world.
The wind makes me elated.
The sun is going down and the light is caressing the sand.
I am staring at the strange drawings that the low tide has left.
I am shooting one, two, three pictures.
I have looked at the watch and it’s high time I came back.
The tide is going to rise.
I will come back later to this place
By the path that runs through the dunes.
From that time, I have roamed the seashore, looking for the absolute movement.
Hubert PERRY-GIRAUD