ankle deep courage
seven Rips stretch
I could to be more careful
holding day as if tomorrow
can be contained, netted
don’t touch buoyancy
the wings blemish to unflight
becoming now unexpected
toddler rock pool smile
jizz and fizzle, released
I recall a hat blown to sea
a lizard skin bones inside out
bright of shine
arch less footsteps parasols
cuttle fish, thousands
a different coast now
every Grain nebula
each shore a familiar task
I confess to a dislike of Mahler
hooded plovers bobble, unsupervised
the conservation trench contours
behind shipwreck iron
these little hopes noisy shade
a tidal creek brandishes chromatics
sunburn blusher, 50+
wing nutted Ranga first to go
now more wholemeal in seaweed
a guideline of reef
decades pattern sand blasted cadence
in sight, myself
James Walton Poetry 