Grey and Warm
walking towards the white
late morning
open a curtain
there is another curtain
this ancient weather
it is today’s
the fog speaks
with heron noise
shadows gathering
sand worms or shells
the worms scribe
through granules
three ducks fly
like three ducks flying
up a blue wall
then they turn back
into the white
twenty horses file past
shrouded opposite here
away from the lagoon
mouth turn a corner
of a dune
who are these misty riders
making up a school
the godwits gather
on a sandbar
the oystercatchers
come closer
it is all about feeding
and sifting
surviving with
water and air
a four wheel drive
shunting a dinghy
from mooring to somewhere
a shag shows its wingspan
to the wind
language and sign
indistinguishable
not decipherable
apart from the usual
guesswork
what do gulls utter
may or may not be
obvious
the sea fog does not
lift all day
which is grey and warm
and continuous
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