The
burnished coast
Green
as a pea
Hungary
boasts
An
inland sea
Where
the Holy Ghost
Is
in no poverty
The
manicured devils finger nails
Ripened
claws
As
the moonlight pales
Walking
east from Minehead’s Pier
The
glassy sand, the grassy dune
The
monthly moon in Luna phase
As
a night sky on Holidays
Easter
Fete of spraying water
Over
the daughter the Mother, the bride
Or
father’s pride
By
the boy, the man
The
man over board
The
Buoy out at Sea
Lost
asking in return for saving a wilting flower
Can
you with a Piros Tojak (red Egg) save me?
Long
time no Sea
In
Hungary
Landlocked
but knows the Loch, the lake
The
lace of Gossamer
Webs
like a misty white sea
Over
fields or meadows
Where
the swallows and swifts
Are
the fish
The
insects the creel
The
whales the loafing cows
Treading
through the long grass swells
Like
monks saying vows
And
little gofers like dolphins
Popping
up their heads
Sharks
like foxes
Sniffing
out ways to be fed
The
Sea is the land, the land is the sea
Because
what we’ve planned
Is
what we can be
And
what is possible
There’s
no impossibility in endless ocean
In
rolls of Mountains
In
the fractal geometry
The
Partial differential equations
Of
change time geology
In
topography of sky, sea and land
Interchangeable
as three dimensions
Of
Space or time
Stretched
intermingling
Through
the human mind
