by Ralph Pite
swimming the slight haphazard slopes as thoughts
occur return out further out to look back at the town
the new hotel. then spill of toe-deep waters
gleams recedes. the wire-sharp horizon. sand volcano
grey under blonde so brindled marbling ripples
adrift resettles changed so breathe in time with the slur and hush
and slur that drowns terrestrial noise. hopscotch
castle-building. one rock black with lightning blaze of red.
sea-ivory thrift and pinks a chalkland blue the fleshy glasswort
all visible and all absently
pre-human. sea-fringe on Pangaea was this white salt foam.
shingle’s clack and the scuttle of velvety
ochre flints. the little shells fragmented. hiss from the sheer
planed-back sand. and breakers letting fly.