When I touch the sea I touch heaven
When I catch sight of the sea
through the reeds or the trees
I know I exist
and continue
But when I touch the sea I touch heaven
Sea
May 03
Listen for the words
whispered under beaches
As the high tide rip curls
May 01
Look out for the words
hidden under the water
The moment before the wave crashes
my mother’s mother’s (first draft)
my mother’s mother’s mother’s mother’s mother
[more mothers]
walked out of the sea a million years ago
[check timescale]
and now I find myself dreaming back in that direction
the sea as far as the moon-touching horizon
[and there is nothing to add]
summer love
sweeter than ice cream
salt as the ocean beyond the horizon
a snap of peperoncino
sea time, night
north breeze on wet skin shivers
white horses under a midnight moon
hands touching hands sparking fire
27 December
eagle loops
thunder cracks
most highly beloved
walks out of the deepening sea
Inspired by John
03 December
ideas are said to widen minds
winding rivers ever closer to the sea
seething foam now calmed
and, on the shore, unharmed where salt meets sweet,
an unopened bottle of mountain air
Inspired by Francis
last day
clouds begin to gather above the distant mountains across the sea
swimmers wade from the water, warming bodies with wrapped arms
a lizard disappears behind the waterfalling caper bush
and, as we look at one another, we understand
night clouds part
night clouds part
as the west winds whisper away the mist
and sunlight cleanses the sea
simonsalento 