North and Kattegat

Melt the afterlife of ice on Grenen Flats
the right angles of awkward seas
their density and tide meet us standing
with history and ease on the edge of grass
that rips the mist redressing the distance.
Here are bunkers sunk in the gentle lap
of the Baltic Drain’s frayed shoreline.

Harbour us
amongst the soft zinc of reindeer moss.

Sunless cloud airbright and wild
winds erode the silent adulthood
till our pockets fill with sand.

The occasional lack of purchase
slips on shifting beach that bulges
and grips our footsteps
like the surfaces of dreams do
sometimes, and the way your eyes
widen suddenly and beautifully, sometimes.

 

First published in When Stood in Occasional Place (Broken Sleep Books, July 19)