Tuesday, 30 August 2022

ah i sea

ah i sea


the rollers the rollers 

are rolling in

from the east 

from the east 

from the rising sun


grey pours the ladle

that pours the weed

pawing the pebbles

you know we need

a path to sea

a path to our swim

that is laid by the feet

of those going in


silt be the shallows

swaying the fro

in the shadows anemone 

and things for your toe

lifting the spirits

of mind and of mire

long falls to eye

to the sky that’s on fire


curved curves the bay

from that rock to this

so early in the day

sheer bliss sheer bliss

it is to swim with the dew

that you had on your toes

across the fields to the bay

and so it goes so it goes


take me again

take me once more

to swim down a memory 

of a sand wiggled toe

and i will stay where you buried

the sandman of old

and may it be told

how the old man of the sea

behold it was me

it was me

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