blue sky

well it isn’t you know that

it is

combing the cat

graceful becomes grateful

then we have a snooze

a pearl

of inestimable value

in this black oyster

so rare the grit of words

that can wax the moons of time

chuckling

i cannot stop the tears

of plinking smiles

every drop of wee

that runs from you and me

ends up in the sea

we are in this together

evaporating as rain

poems don’t rattle

inside my hand held skull

listen is written

what stirs the damp wind

that the apple blossoms snow 

upon winter’s death

prophesy 
what the blind see
eventually

at the scrubbing board

the old woman washing clothes

how the brass shines

in the sea

grip of the lost

overwinters

sea swimming

colder and colder

the sea reclaims my time

again and again

deathly cold

the sea is eating me

all the way home

transfusion

of rain and sea 

salt

back in my armchair

the cold of the sea recedes

life returns

if only

the sea could speak

of death

of life everlasting

at death’s neap tide