20th Nov 2018

An elemental blending, love caught

between language. Plethu-interweaving fingers


folding into each other. Seaskyland without space

in between plaited palms.


A sycamore leaf, once brittle like scorched paper

imprinted on sand's grained surface. Water


coursing through veins, the tide breathes life

again   inhale   exhale   leaving


sculptured contours of corrugated sand

mapping a fleeting existence on the shore at dusk.


Slowly receding water, iridescent light

like oil on slick seaweed clinging to metal pipes.


"Lets boulder hop back" you said.

I don't want to leave. Place me


like a leaf between seaskyland