Sea and land
The cold air is billowing through the cabin
Christ the redeemer is draped in the national colours
we are disinfected when entering
the boats return to the harbour at the day’s end
the man at the helm a woman still stretched out across the bow
they are being delivered and
the sea flashing gold sprinkles
and this is going nowhere
days spent thinking of nothing
but emptying the mind
and sleep
the black sand still burns my soles
the church is aflame again
mountains covered in mist and rumbling
roads winding along the coast under flowers
they’re dressed in black and running at dawn
they’re dressed in white and crowding
the roads at night
there are jumpers, card-players and day trip trains
this is just a litany of lives
and they all have stories to tell
(there is no break between lines; formatting glitch)
Osiris Poetry 