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]
Sea
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
September Salento
clouds roll across the sun
in time with the crash of the waves
as we pick up towels and run for the car
the sky cries red-dust raindrops and we laugh
on the sea
on the sea
the rain is falling
sweet water softening the salt
one day soon
these showers will pass
on the roof 2
icy roof shower
nakedness dodging
the neighbours’ sharp eyes
simonsalento 