if I could be anywhere
I’d be bare, foot
sinking in soft selkie sand. cool surround
calm mingling. lying shore still on childhood down.
north sea roaring rolling over — me
gazing at night sky overhead. a star
with no name yet — shooting across. lighting the way,
offering hope. winking. me
assimilated in breeze, contemplating drifting,
gull soaring through ages, times past horizons.
the rise & fall of fishing boats,
on silver seas.
of our — lost connections.