I stood on a shore
My eyes closed, I listened -
The waves - the eternal gentle roar
And rhythmic breaking splatter of pebbled
Curlews, oyster catchers, godwits
Turnstones and plovers
Called, probed, waded, playing with
The tide, with the rocks – in and out,
Rhythm and Peace.
I sat by a stream,
My eyes closed, I listened –
The tippling, rippling, flustering flow
Talked of a journey -
From spring to estuary,
Of rocks and pools of peace.