Sunday 8 February 2015

Untitled life


here as I am
on this stranger shore
noting the moments of the tides
I dance the rhythms
of my flotsam and jetsam life -

fluid bones flowing
with the ice-white stream,
chattering with the clattering pebbles
as the waves retreat,
tumbling through the chaos
of the raging storms
into the lyric song of the night

and the rhythm of stillness,
beautiful and wild,
heartsharp and sweet
with might-have beens
and skyblue smiles