Starting a new set of poems/songs here under the title water-maps. The photo is from a walk along the beach at Weymouth Bay last week.
Water-Maps
In those shapes rushing back to the sea
I see the reflected bodies stretched and distorted
Swimmers pushing against the tide
The passing echoes of wading feet
Sand rill rip-tides of a child’s beach
Pebble constellations mimic the sky
Plucked by the wave and placed
As random as the stars in space
A good pebble to skim with
The seventh wave crests over our stumbling feet
Dragging back the cold shock, balance lost, wet socks
In water-maps drawn, wave-torn from the deep
