after the last boat 

then to awaken

only
after the last boat has left

water and wine in the cupboard
sun on an empty shelf

on the beach of unfathomable forms
to sit awhile at rest

I was told that each grain of sand is unique

here
where miracles are unlikely

wide open 

old man on the beach
he might have wept

nothing worth the keeping
could be kept

the house on the shore
stands empty now

his heart was tore
wide open

only the boat lies broken
not the ocean

harbour lights

untouchable is what we become
unreachable by anyone

an old boat
holed and beached
adrift in memory

fingers of the restless sea
clawing the shingle for purchase

grant us peace and grace
the harbour of a much-loved face

and harbour lights
harbour lights
as we turn to face the night
untouchable

[first posted 7 Feb. 2015]