'Time and place / as elusive as air / as solid as this ground / I stand on. / Here, where I am placed / at any one time'.
Wednesday, 13 April 2011
at the tideline
Despite my absence still the sea moves
to gravity's beat; gathers in light,
and sound, fills then empties;
an ancient rhythm and waiting
there again at the tideline,
the seagull with the dragging wing.