One clear day
When sky lids
Close half over
Weep gently

Pull on seal
Skin over
Locking in
Blood warmth

Cacophony of
Pleasure
Metered out
In spades

Splash of cymbals
Crash of waves
Roll of tides
Wash round headland

Where Antarctic
And Eastern
Currents meet
Across my face

Wakening
Tingles up
Spine lest
Wonder

Tick and slip
Shells and silk
Fronds of green
Stick to shore

Long to cover
Over me
Once more round
Mind wander

Thinking space
Underneath glassy
Mirror of sky
Face hides

Quiet applause
Of claws
Mussels galore
Conquest of sorts

Long length
Of the bay