Monday 4 July 2022

and now i have forgotten what it is (might be the sea?)

 and now i have forgotten what it is

(might be the sea?)


long

it waits

as it always has

in its grey unfathomable depths

in our circumlocutions we misplace it

in our silence we plumb its meaning 

it is our breath of being

our reason for hope

grey in the wash

a blue bag

starched

white

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