A Casual Beach Encounter

Updated on March 9, 2018
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Beata works as a qualified primary school teacher, a councillor for drug and alcohol addiction and a farm caretaker for organic olive grow.

"What was the first piece of rubbish you picked up on a beach?"

a tiny Japanese lady stopped by me

looking at the brown piece of plastic

in my hand

covered in green seaweed and piece of coral.

"Probably something like this," I laughed:

"I go to use it for my painting of a great Southern

plastic land."

The fragile lady bowed her head and smiled shyly

hiding her eyes beneath her big straw hat.

Her tiny flashy camera safely in her hand

that showed the dark spots of advanced age.

"I apologise for introding your figure from distance

in your loose white shirt bending

and slowly proceeding

reminded me of someone.

In March Shikoku’s 88 temples

are full of pilgrims in white stoles

and sedge hats on their heads."

I said nothing and kept wandering the sand.

I found myself drifting into almost meditative state.

The neat lady put safely her camera

into her tiny backpack

and picked her first piece of torn plastic

from the water edge

the gentle wave licking her tiny feet

the plastic was buried deeply in wet sand,

a remains of a dead fish was caught in it.

She head off in different direction, letting the ebb and flow of the rubbish take us away on our own adventures.

At times we would cross paths again

the clean up hash bag I handed to her

full of bits and pieces

I nodded and smiled

after we would climb up the dunes

to the nearest rest point

and empty our bags into the bins

placed there.

"How crunchy the sand feels beneath my toes?"

She exclaimed suddenly delightful

once we reached the water edge again.

" I feel like a child again walking with my father

toward a Buddhist temple

built high up in mountains there.

The steps to it seemed to lead almost vertically into the sky. "

In each temple we would bow at the main gate, enter and purify our hands and mouths at the ritual basin to the side.

"Why did you go there?" I asked suddenly curious.

To follow the route of Kobo Daishi who was born on this island in 774. Kukai lived in China as a young man and absorbed the Buddhist ideas there that has spread from India. Back in Japan, he founded the Shingon sect of Buddhism favoured by emperor. My father was a big admirer of Kukai , who was scholar, poet, calligrapher, social worker and civil engineer." She spilled out in one breath.

There was a silence as we kept searching for rubbish, then she added: "I came to mourn my younger sister who has died in a big earthquake as a child."

" My two young cousins are buried together in the rust red soil here nearby".

The Japanese lady bowed her head in respect.

I kept collecting rubbish without looking at her

and the words just flow out of my chest:

"Rose turned fifteen they took a ride from the town in a Toyota that belonged to a 40 years old driver. Several hours later, in pre-dawn darkness, local farmers found them and the driver lying by the wreckage of the ute on a straight deserted stretch of the highway. "

I stopped suddenly feeling like I am chocking.

The task of searching for rubbish

pulls my mind into the present,

distracting me from the 'real world'

from the pains of the past.

We kept wandering together and I kept talking,

first time after the painful thirty years

the black and white tragedy came out of me...

" My cousins were dead, having suffered horrific injuries as the speeding ute skidded and rolled. My birthday Rose had been partially scalped and one of her ears was ripped off. My Lisa suffered massive internal injuries and a broken pelvis. And imagine, the white owner of the ute who had consumed 30 standard alcoholic drinks during the day and night of the accident was unscathed..."

The Japanese lady took my arm to stop me but I couldn't, I couldn't anymore, the words kept crying out...

"Lisa was nearly naked when found by the farmers. She was very slight, little thing just fifteen years old. And they found her on a neatly laid out tarpaulin with her pants and underwear pulled down her ankles and her T-shirt bunched up around her neck. And the heavily drunk Toyota driver strangely uninjured touching her while she was dying. His arm was slung across her exposed chest!"

The Japanese lady covered her mouth unable to speak and dropped all the rubbish back into the sea...

"The driver said lots of bullshit to police, he even admitted doing so. He said Lisa had been coming on to him after his ute crashed. But the medical evidence showed Lisa could not walk, sit or stand after the accident and would have been semi-conscious and in extreme pain. It was obvious to police and the crown authorities that the driver was telling barefaced lies, but they didn't care!"

The Japanese lady suddenly took my arm: " When did this happen and where? For surely not in your Australia?"

I smiled sadly and took her hand and lead her up

away from beach

towards the carp park.

She sat next to me without a word

and I took her to the town cemetery.

The Japanese lady gently touched the double grave

decorated with plaster angels

cherubs, plastic roses,

the date of death 1987.

She pointed at the cherry blossoms:

"My sister has one too on her grave."

I nodded and continued because the story had to come out,

now: " I remember sitting with my mob in that imposing town courthouse with soaring walls and dark wood paneling polished to a high sheen. We were sitting in its public gallery and it felt like in church pews when that white driver went on trial in 1990. The all white jury handed down verdict of not guilty. They have been just two gins, two Aboriginal girls, they didn't count."

The Japanese old lady sat next to me on the edge of the old grave

her old wrinkled hand holding my own brown wrinkled hand

dirty and soiled from all the rubbish I have picked up that day...


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    • Beata Stasak profile imageAUTHOR

      Beata Stasak 

      23 months ago from Western Australia

      Have little time to write but when I can I always come back, writing is like breathing to me:) thank you Shauna you are so kind:)

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      Shauna L Bowling 

      23 months ago from Central Florida

      Beata, this is hauntingly beautiful. You have a very unique way of telling a story through poetry. It's good to see you writing again!

    • Beata Stasak profile imageAUTHOR

      Beata Stasak 

      2 years ago from Western Australia

      Thank you Suhali for your honest and heart reaching comment, yes we live in a cruel world and we have reflect on it so we can learn from the cruel mistakes from the past and become more human:) But we also live in a very beautiful world we should never forget that, we just have to learn to appreciate the beauty of it and acknowledge and bow our heads to sadness and tragedies in it too:) Thank you:)

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      Suhail Zubaid aka Clark Kent 

      2 years ago from Mississauga, ON

      This was too saddening an article. The tragic stories had tears in my eyes. It is a cruel world indeed and one is lucky to find solace in another person struck by similar tragedies.


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