breathing

breathing
4,5 may 2013
bucklands beach

Fuller than this will wash across the esplanade…. a Big Cat just-in-time snap

the sea
like this
‘full tide’ it’s said
breathing in more
than your chest
can hold can only
let go the
sterns swinging
out and round
in the pull
downstream
shell lifted
in line
in bending
of the water

setting sail again

setting sail again
   to Odysseus

been a man
of the shore
too long now
without sea legs
is to be
without a wind
a drift of journeys
cut back and forth
across an ocean.

i long to see
land no more than
peaks at the
edge of an horizon
everything
flashing out

at anchor

at anchor
to Jack Le Baige

a ship to make you glad
furled sails on the spars
rope ladders bowsprit
pointed into that view
that opens like a join
of islands a coral sea
of pinkened
tumbled
cloud
people stopped
along that seaside
drive looking at
a ship to make you glad
across time to a time