Porthgwarra

Sit with me here at Porthgwarra

let’s listen to the bell in the buoy

and notice the way whatever we hadn’t noticed

is coming to rest in a greeny-blue interval

between the strike of one sour sea-note and the next. 

And even if it’s true that the voice in the buoy

is the cry of a drowning man, 

after a while the sun will warm these stones

and the day swing round by itself 

on the right heading. So let’s sit quietly here

as everything settles into place – 

and then when we speak, let’s speak 

at the same time and state the obvious: 

This is the life we’ll say – and yes, it will be.