HARBOUR WALL

Harbour Wall

Standing on the harbour wall,

That snaked out of the bay,

Half-way like a bow half-stretched,

I turned my back on you,

To face a ceaseless sea,

I turned my back on you,

For  a sun that kissed me with a bite,

And a breeze that pinched my skin,

I turned my back on you,

Oblivious to your siren calls,

I turned my back on you,

And my eyes wide closed I welcomed them,

I turned my back on you,

And took my first step into the dark,

In the blinding light of day.

Standing on the harbour wall,

That snakes out of the bay,

Where the seagulls' scream,

and the water's roar,

And the heady salt smell spray,

Scourge my senses,

In the blistering cold of day,

Where  I turned my back on you,

Cursed and blessed by a blinding light,

The stinging tears that soothe and cleanse,

Where  I turned my back on you,

I take my second step,

Ahead the shimmering distance squints,

The half-formed shades,

Wait patiently for me,

By the serene ceaseless sea.

© Stephen Evans  2013