Rue Sedaine Insomnia
Fills the space that sleepless leaves.
This morning breakers off of Polzeath shore
aren't breaking as they broke beforethose hours which we spent ashore alone
and watched the rippled herringbone
the dinghies left behind them
as they went away the way the trouser-hem
of ocean goes away from Polzeath shore
then brings the dinghies back ashore:
that you will go away once more
and leave me on the shore alone
but come back in an inverse herringbone
so neat and arrowed and intent
as Ocean's made-to-measure argument.
poems published online with permission of the poet.