Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Still


Still

Still
A doldrum between ebb and flow.
A grey morning touched with chill.
Rigging chatters against masts
in early breezing pulses
machinegunning the quiet
and the early shrills of gull.
A moment in time
too soon to be claimed
by trippers interlopers
bucket laden children
and heavy greased smells
of discarded chip papers.
These are our moments,
You and I
and the fresh salt smell of the sea.
Stolen moments
when unspoken words
rumble and spawn inside
and I know that You understand.
In the harbour of Your soul
it is always
still.
photo: Wells-next-the sea

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