Friday, 23 January 2009

Red against blue


Blind, in the lightblast of golden shine on wet stones, I walk the beachcomb snake beneath last night's high tide cliff carve. Among the wreckage, among the casts, among the strewn of sheer purses and weed bone tangle, a festive piece of broken boat. Happy to have it in my pocket. The bright red against blue cheers me like a gift.