Oh, my loved sea, the sun rises in you,
am I the grave of your day?
I lay in this thought.
I lay in the shaved grazing field at the dying shore.
Superglued to my rock
Like the limpets that bed me,
We’ve made a homely scar here.
My spine at its teeth,
I fall into a deep sleep.
ZZZZZzzzzzzzz
“Gosh, you are so hard to wake,
Your immovable eyes challenge me.
How vivid your travelling seems now, in this cutting sunshine.
You’re an invincible forerunner -
Row on then, you small pebble
Over to the clods of Autumn,
Isolation is your birthright.
But please forget me because I’m old.
And God bless the wound that tears you down.”
THE END