Far offshore a wave begins
Shyly at first it’s shooed by the wind
‘Till its belly swells, gathering power
Salty bud of a foaming flower
Leaving the Zen-deep velvet black
(I was there before and I will go back)
Crowned by sun and cloaked by sky
Desire drenched in the lure of the tide
My silvery master tugs my leash
With the roar of a beast I charge the beach
I break in a crash
A delicate arc of white lace
Suspended
My most beautiful moment is photographed by a girl
Falling
Sucked back the shingle rattles loudly
Countless raindrops rolled into motion
Empty into the bottomless ocean.
Hackney Fairytales 