Fish cloud

Grey on grey sea slatesurfers hover under harbour wallbehind sea spray light dove greyI saw a ‘fish cloud’ hanging in the sky today.Yes its’ hardly Bondi but theybrave the squall: rubber suited ecstasyfor those small momentsof wave crest supremacy.The pup chases paper, eats squashedfish eggs the beach a wonderlandof untried treats & I’m as calmas the rock as relentless as the seaas out of place on English coastal stripas my solitary ‘fish cloud’.