Sunday, 24 April 2022

a windy sea

 

a windy sea


how the wind played whirlies on

the east wind of a westward sea

above the looking was the walking

as we went down into the wild of bay

to swim in the winter’s way

and how the storm was mad that day

as madder as i have seen him at her

her at him and both at me in my plattitude

under the sky’s skuddering as

the white horses stampede away

over the corral fenced horizon free

it was all on that dervish day

that we lost our minds as we swam away

across the bay and back so cold again

we managed just 

as we just managed

to drag the victory ashore again

who is on the throne in this their reign

tell me as i dry the salt away

and i’ll shiver again as i always do

within a millimetre of my heart

that has been left in the soarings 

and pourings that none understand

except as you my fellow swimmer do 

for death was a shortening shadow 

a gasp so close to the last

each time a guess that it will be OK

as it always has so far

at the close of a sundown play

tomorrow the wind 

tomorrow the sea and the sky

for

tomorrow will be tomorrow 

as hope says again and again 

for as you well know

we will swim the whirlie wind

far out across the bay

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