Experiment 13
She Tide
She Tide
Full and softly
Make the bay on cockle mud
Crab-pitted channel banks
Olive weed, rusty papa shelf —
Breathe gently
Murmur on a shingle pillow
Move quietly out towards
Another urgent bays fulfilling —
Heres no will:
Rhythm, bloodbeat, moondrag —
Stay — stay beside my house
The bays wide arms a haven —
In this place
I talk, do, make myself
In mirrors — stay — your return
Is changing certainty, is loss.
Mark Richards.