Countdown

Your hands on the pelvis

your hands on the ground

body to earth.

Green shades of trees

timed out

as the solitary ways of the water

come in.

Sinking feeling;

crossed the bridge twice today;

from East heading Eastern.

Longitude

falling over

like the tide

the tide that falls on shore

sand and salt

seaweed and jasmine.

The pelvis rises

over bridges and above seas

dropping the essence of the ocean

step by step;

until it’s exhausted,

consumed,

extinct.

Footprints arriving

at no terminal;

they’re always arriving_

Spring 2019,

Scotland.

Photograph: ocean, St Andrews; 20 April 2019.