Saturday 17 October 2015


    This blue I could take a spoon to
I cast myself into it
Feeling myself thrown and turned
    This thrill I could build my life on
        The ocean calmly places a hand over your mouth
        And whispers hymns older than the stones
        You dissolve into her like sand
    This joy I could give in to
I return to the land
As my ancestors long ago
I return to the sky
As my brethren before me
And I remain in the sea
    This home I could find freedom