Grey on grey sea slate
surfers hover under harbour wall
behind sea spray light dove grey
I saw a ‘fish cloud’ hanging in the sky today.
Yes its’ hardly Bondi but they
brave the squall: rubber suited ecstasy
for those small moments
of wave crest supremacy.
The pup chases paper, eats squashed
fish eggs the beach a wonderland
of untried treats & I’m as calm
as the rock as relentless as the sea
as out of place on English coastal strip
as my solitary ‘fish cloud’.