Blue

From up here
there is every colour blue
and a froth of tatting
tearing itself to shreds
on the rocks below

A continent of drowned cities
houses, walls, gardens and 
every small human thing
and the bones of all the creatures
that have ever been

When the earth tilts and the moon 
swings in your favour
you rush to fill the land
that cradled you in the beginning

Down on the shore
at the water’s edge
a couple, merged in the sea-spray
made tiny by distance 
-this is how the world sees us-
specks against the jagged cliff-face
nowhere to turn to 
but the crashing breakers

Holding hands now, how alone they look
caught between sea, cliff and sky
How daring 
to stand so close

love can do that