Water-Maps

 

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

And the sea whispers a story to me
In water-maps drawn, wave-torn from the deep

Water Lands

We’ve made it to the water lands

The year’s high tide

Where the river sings in silver ribbons

Across the meadow side

 

And all the rain, crying out a summer

Of loss & uncertainty

Now races down drains and roads

Returning to the sea

 

We’ve made it to the water lands

Most of the year undone

The dusty soil turned to quicksilver

Under an apple harvest sun

 

And all the rain, crying out a summer

Of loss & uncertainty

Now races down drains and roads

Returning to the sea

Deep Mystery

Swimming up on the shore

With my water wings

Scales falling from my eyes
I'm back to the tide line
To hear the sand sing
Dragging the seaweed rhythm
Is there where I see the sunrise?

The wild horses couldn't keep me in my grave
And I'm washed up and not feeling to brave
Guess then, I'm on my knees to pray
Come Neptune, be my king
Not drowning, jusy need to sing
Dragging the seaweed rhythm
And when we smile it'll be a sunrise

All our lives pour into the sea
And yet it still retains deep mystery