Granite
has gathered
this pocket of sea no crash, no rip
where memory’s sediment
glitters free
Seaweed
words weave and
wrap, slip and slap, without current slide
into tidelines with shattered
shell feet till
veiled verse
laps salted, green,
and breaks into shimmer a glimmer
the whisper of land un-
burdening sea
Published in Dark Diamonds (Hallowell Press, 2012)
Republished in Sunlight of Ordinary Days (Twelve Poets of the Peter Cowan Writers’ Centre, 2014)
