Go to the sea
go back under
towed over wrack and glass
space and perspective
the silence of rolling breakers
the silence of screaming gulls
the silence of wind, spray, rain
blowing and cleansing all of you
that you allow it to touch
Fed by the sea
walking constant
everchanging sands as
the water comes and goes
rises falls
splits groynes folds layers
in its endless timeless cycles
under a streaming rolling sky
turning sunwise still
Under the sea
in darkness womb deep singing
life birth origin depth feeding
hulk waste falls coating
magma mantle melts
with new old metal
returned to the core
to be hurled cinder cone
nothing ever lost, in the end
14th August 2017 – prompted by my commentary on a far better poem from Alice Smith