the pull of the tide, moons strength on earth 

minute organisms and bonding glue

that dissolves in death  

 spray of grey ocean 

as i wandered sickly into the dark 

the ferry ship bridging peoples twixt drought& rain 

after train ride from dublin to rosslare 

trench coats with collars stiffly angled, 

wandering beach driftwood smooth from battering slams 

soft thru relentless beating  

 

 waters fist

pearly white baby ears, macaroni shells

whatever i wrote in natures chalkboard

&how long did it stand? 

 

 was the cauliflower growing

over the gloomy grey swirl merely another ferry 

chugging steamy or was it offspring of yet more 

driving dismal edge depleting

water pounding loves? 

(age 18, 1985)