MOVEMENTS ON THE THEME OF PERMANENCE
i.
Water laps at lashes the wall
screaming soft music. The gulls
calling they clutter the crying sky
the flood rises. Four towers
last to list above grey waves
incongruous from the cabin
until the hull scrapes stone below.
ii.
A fleeting glimpse
a phosphorescence
face-to-face and
six feet between us.
iii.
One day he’ll realise
When do you suppose
O I don’t know six months
Long time
Sooner perhaps
Will he say anything
I’ll know from the colours in his eyes
iv.
Here we are
on a boat again.
Storm petrels flash black and white.
The wake thickens.
i.
Water laps at lashes the wall
screaming soft music. The gulls
calling they clutter the crying sky
the flood rises. Four towers
last to list above grey waves
incongruous from the cabin
until the hull scrapes stone below.
ii.
A fleeting glimpse
a phosphorescence
face-to-face and
six feet between us.
iii.
One day he’ll realise
When do you suppose
O I don’t know six months
Long time
Sooner perhaps
Will he say anything
I’ll know from the colours in his eyes
iv.
Here we are
on a boat again.
Storm petrels flash black and white.
The wake thickens.