Way down in the warm blue crevasse
of night its fishing commences
A loudspeaker on a car proceeds slowly up the far quay
Weather from elsewhere / becomes ours.
A lifetime of work to own a house / then you end up diminished by it.
The tide is sidling up to Almorness, / unmet by those returned now north & west / away from here.
An unco sough i’ the gloamin’
/ An’ a flaff o’ risin’ win’,
/ A glisk o’ stoundin’ waters
I could blame da wye da sea is smoothed
/ da stanes; da sylk o touch; da waelin, laevin;
/ an will da haert…
Where sea and land meet, begin there.
/ The ampersand, the join, is a fault
/ which caused jagged peaks to rise –
/ Is studded with mountains,
/ Seychelles lad.
/ With tough granite
/ With crude gravel
/ And with coral, your country.
/ Your country
/ Wears a belt
/ Of white beaches loosening…
La mer, tu la regardes et tu cherches
/ un mot
/ La vague cogne les récifs
/ Tu t’éloignes du bord
/ Ne pas mouiller tes chaussures…
I turn a page and a bird dives.
/ The bay is blue and nameless.
/ It comes up, rows air.
/ I turn a page…