Pinpoint the beginning of the ocean.

First, nothing special:

A donkey and a cabled cream cardigan.

Elephant skin sea and, on the same day, and ambulance,

screaming blue,

jigsawed with crayons on the living-room carpet.

Then, lemonade bottles,


filled with rituals and warm water,

dappling Paisley between obediently outstretched fingers.

Shortly after:

Handstands on hot sand

-three whole paces forward –

butter curls

and pebbly pearls.

My sister, wide-eyed in bathing outfits frilled like seaweed

And lacy waves sparkling on sand-sinking toes.

Fast-forward to an oversized yellow t-shirt,

shingle, sea-mist and hot chocolate, shivering in towels.

Gloss over it, stopping at a Knickerbocker Glory in front of a wide bay,

and leave dreams here forever.

Cling on through sandstorms grazing protruding bones

and thin smiles, stretched wide

but not meeting eyes

and then stumble across the splintered groins where

time and tide turn against and disappear.

Last – because you won’t want to leave – arrive at glassy sheets embossing taffeta sand, meeting cashmere sky

in a faultless line.

Everything exactly as it should be,

as we dance upon the shores of the story of the sea.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s