Yesterday.
The view from the Sea Wall barren endless flat expanse
Of cracked mud plates, deflated lavender-pink sails:
Dying men-of-war, purple tentacles unsprung by noon.
Just yesterday.
Tonight,
Silted brown, the pullulating sea sloshes against the Sea
Wall,
Lashes over.
Passersby and everyday chancers, drenched.
Wombs of turbulent bracing air strong with scent of salt,
Siphonophores, fish and crustacea.
Mosquitoes held at bay.
In the blank of night, a plastic bag flaps in frantic
frip-fret-
frip-piti-he. frip-fret-frip-piti-he. Rapt crapaud sing in
High-pitched chirrup ‘longside the slap-splash of
Now emboldened Sea
The new moon, in occult syzygy, smiles sparingly
Fishing men tie nylon string and hook ‘round chicken’s
head.
Milk white egrets huddle like blossom in nearby trees,
Filigree plumes blowing like delicate clouds on the move.
A hungry rice-eater rests its back against pebble-dashed
wall.
Finds warmth.
All are braced in buoyant expectation.
All know what dem boys say “Moon ah run till daylight
ketch am”.
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