Sea a black scarf
wrapped around the harbour
it’s cold tonight, so cold
the wind is taut
& moon hangs silent
huge immobile willing.

Sea sends whispers
of how it should be
sailor’s ghosts ride high
their songs mixed with
mermaid’s breath
the slink of seal at rest.

Sea calls to me
I’m immune caught up
beach sweeps a canvas
of wind ,water ,longing
connection to every other,
footsteps follow I turn

sea is a black scarf
enfolding me.