Whitstable January

Drinking whisky watching shingleOld Neptune glitters, whisky helpsdrive out whip wind coldsubmerge dreams; avoid panic.Dog whines and shiftswarmth draws me inhuman company soothingthe sea a great grey hunger.Morning skyhigh wide mirrorsoft grey suede smudgedbeneath its rim, like kohl.I get texts from Icelandmy life swings outlike a child’s balloonfree falling no control.Boats stacked at reststark sea light opens my veinsto life like a new drugrendering me invincible.