This is no trick of the light.
The headlands are being carried away
stone by rock by stone. Neither wind
nor rain nor day nor night can deter
these gulls; watch them soar
and plummet, pick clean
the coastlines' bones. It’s work
and it’s a game, their winged insistence
their raucous reclamation.
Urgent the bedrock, patient
the firmament. A line is waiting
to be drawn; we are only
and always a story
in the making.
and always a story
in the making.
This is no trick of the light.
The headlands are being carried away
stone by rock by stone.
CB
(detail from) Waters I Have Known - Oil on paper 2010
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