Even as the tides subside
I glide the horizon like a black-
Backed gull.
Waves of awe unleash
A various world of
Words I find deep in the folds
Of a sail-weathered wind
Freedom
Like golden grain in my hand
Rolling the currents to fly
Against a limitless sky…
I harbour the salt and the scent
From bays of seafaring faces,
The sea of pearled possibilities
Where beneath the rim and the rhythm
Coral shells and speckled fish
Water me with colour
https://tintean.org.au/2017/02/06/poetry-13/
