First light

Sun still

burns

across

the vast

divide

we lift

our faces

to the warmth

the light,

feel it heat

our bones

stiffened

from the

endless darkness

lost in sleep.

Immeasurable days

& haunting nights

we hurtle

mindlessly

through space

& time’s

not on our side:

but this day

this instant

this breath

this life

we turn our

faces to the dawn

& warmth

resides: as if

millennium’s

first light.

After the storm

Beach pristine

smooth swept

excellence:

sky denim blue

above the

‘Sailors Rest’.

A dead seal

splayed inert

flung too far

with no return

to dog like play.

Sun ascends

illuminating

the horse riders,

slow majestic

canter.

A dog

unfettered

chases their

fine flecked

tails’

till snow

blows in:

its softness

obliterating.

Sunrise,

blood horizon

hides

other worlds.

Stars collide

comet’s blaze

burn lives

mellow now.

Ripe like

fallen fruit

I’m

soft around

the edge

bruised from

the constant

slam of

constellations.

Moon turns

a blind eye

feeds on our

ignorance.

Sunrise,

blood red

snow morning

the children

play on

malleable.

Tidal

Grey to grey

suction,

space

where two tides

meet,

shingle:

gulls hover

like

ancient pterodactyl.

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This improbable

moment

hung with

intent.

We shimmer

in the morning

stretching shaky

wings.

See the shine

at midday

omnipotent

golden:

I’m fading here

in twilight

a slow

insouciant

flicker;

embers in

the evening

always the same

return:

silver to silver.