Still as the water that
My naivety was born
my toes made exclaimation’s
With the eyes witness too
Bullrushes swaying like
the clockwork movement
A mouth put on hold
wide of the marked field.
As the colour chart kids
calling for calm hide
where many that said
the sea defences that fall down
are not always worth saving
we skimmed read the book
Of broken atoll
Looking at Lustre worn stone’s
and the minutes left from
the Abbatior landscaping hollow.
Digging a marble dice retrived from
Long forgotten Game of Solitaire.
