13th October 2021
Skiff, Skiff, Skiff:
Looseloop shoes on smooth sand.
She walks thinkily,
Ears drinking sea sounds crumpular and hissish.
She loves this beach, usually unpeopled
Although not difficult to reach.
(Its often emptiness sometimes friend-dares a skinny swim,
Especially sunblaze days.)
Walks along the shore to force decisions –
Not realising that parallel to its own deliberations
Her mind hears, in alternate wave breaks, sea discussions:
‘On the one hand…
‘On the other…’
‘Yet again…’
‘But there’s also this…’
The Court Of The Sea,
Audibly but obscurely weighing evidence,
Unconsciously leads her to good conclusions:
This, the Ocean’s genius.
© Christopher Jessop 2021
