This morning an uncertainly ebbing tide
dawn put out a seep tongue
rimming lead clouds with breathy fog.
A rising westerly cleared patches blue.
Sun coloured sky pinks oranges yellow
becoming more vivid spreading making
the whole bay glorious. The clouds regrouped
horizontal left all things grey
Me and dog
going home
knee deep stumbling
waded the creek mouth
two riders
cleared the far headland
wheeled as if mechanical
and rode into sea
|