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
No comments:
Post a Comment