A seiche over the flat water
the sky harsh and on the horizon
the cones and shoulders of the far islands
all fixed in the souvenir glass on your shelf.
the tide’s slack and the squid fishers
are idling with the collie who’s
ready at every cast and shadow.
their lines go down in the cold bright
to stones and fields of seagrass.
now starlings up from the wires
the sedges and the saltbush
beat the full urgency of the wind
it’s as if we’re dumb or asleep or holding our breath
to walk home down those long drowned meadows.
And for those with itchy feet (or unresolved issues with the piano accordion) here’s the wonderful Pauline Oliveros with The Wanderer