through a smoulder gel
In the bay quick creatures are feeding I have come to feed graze on the food chain of beauty wonder take on fuel for climbing rocks and singing the sea it’s that time of year and who are we to question their oblivion they look more than they are I know but I must have my fear. Old friends are making plans counting costs each cent a remove from where we were. I heat like a stone ‘til I’m rising like incense the shine of the sun on the face of the moon is throwing up faces to fashion the tune hunting words where there is no need There’s a storm coming up or coming down local knowledge says tomorrow but that seems to be about sounds like washing on the line I’m listening to the trees swelling with the same sound as the sea in the wind humming a recharge calling me out there all the themes I think I know it takes a song and summer storm to pin me down. High on this other time 8 gulls circle before the storm calling each other themselves into the mist to shine on a new town This is a lull in a glorious spell. The Cloud night held the moon like a host to a chalice to steal me away through then a smoulder gel slither in the southward cloud sky becomes more lure than hook a golden moonlight shine spotlight more lurid behind the flimsy curtain of night finding light at night waves. Tonight is man unmade the cliffs flash off and on and details count me outside space and time. here I wane lyrically and wax somehow I want to forget to then lose the way and can’t think why I’m a man on a rock I am in love with myself art is elemental making a map to remind me how to get here when I’m back inside and far away the day I keep pining for the future I’m driven by the past my favourite surface is sand. Someone made a question mark of shells remnants of grand plans lie in sand holding empty hands whywhy the time went quickly what the seashells saysay That’s the one thing about sand tomorrow is another bucket and spade.