Beachcomber's Love Song To The Sea

His sea trilby
tethered with rope,

hair threaded with
underwater green.

His sea breeches,
a silvery shade of brown

(fish-skin perhaps)
washed by coral-fronds.

His sea box containing
seven tiny shells

each dipped and pointed
with a dab of ocean black.

His beach drum, speckled
with fin and claw -

an ocean diviner
a Neptune-dowser,

braised with fish oil
and kelp.

His love song to the sea:
an imitation of regret

a wave-hymn from his
darkest fathoms

for all that has been
consumed and washed ashore.

His loneliness:
starlight on water -

a love of sea and
the intimacy of memory

the wonder he senses
looking out to beyond.