THE BIRD

I'm being stalked
by a one-legged gull
the other leg mangled
and tucked beneath its body
and is somewhat colourless
what the bird needs from me
I don't know,
one thing is clear though
it will survive
among the beach-wrack
and the glorious mud crabs

THE FISH

where the scorched earth
is swathed in the sun's rays
it lies, unmoving, and on its silver scales
the sun scatters hot dust

someone's lonely sigh
echoes over the white sand
where children once played
and here existence flowered

the empty cottages
beside the beach
were full of laughter and joy
and the sea alive with boats

LET US GO, YOU AND I

away from the house piled
like children s books
aslant on the hillside

to the east cape
where the sands are stony
and the ocean current strong
where the sea-wind tugs
at the shore
and the air is full of light
and the tiny chapel
is up to its knees
in black earth

we shall see how quiet
we have become
and discover our spiritual kinship
our consuming
interest in life. . .

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