rough sea

a heaved breath

a sigh

so near and yet so far

so far and yet so near

 this way and that

the sea view demands our attention 

before the wind gull flys

 we dammed the stream 

then went in to sunday school

and prayed to the clock

 going nowhere 

we walk slowly

chatting 

 does it matter

that in the grand scheme of things

nothing matters

 that fly

yes yes yes

the spider’s got it

 migration 

a thought rests

momentarily 

 our ripples pass

to land on the other’s shore

mid-lake kiss

 morning

there is the sea

and here is the sea

 dry tears

seeding the barren fields

with memories 

 the shrivelled plums

showing the summer sunshine

their deep blue hearts

 my dry tears

poppy seeding the barren fields

with memory’s flowers