There on the pale sand -
Cast up by the sea -
A small shard of blue china -
Perhaps from a bowl, or plate -
Smooth and cold to the touch -
I held it in my hand -
I put it in my pocket -
Placed it on the mantlepiece -
When I pick it up again -
Some night when my bones creak -
I'll remember the golden light of this afternoon -
This sea -
Being led here by a gull's footprints -
The sun low in the sky -
Every moment part of something vast and miraculous -
16.00
Sunday 10 October 2019
Studland
Dorset
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