As for the sea. The sea is impossible to believe. Only by imagining it can you manage to see its reality
Clarice Lispector
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With one step, a stream is crossed
an eye on the upland hill.
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Nomadic waters falling
gathering, descending,
dreaming of the open sea.
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Imagine:
The sea as a source of comfort
The sea as a site of desire
The sea as a skin of violence
.
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We can imagine into being
red diamonds. Criss-crossing
but never containing
the sea
.
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Imagine if the sea was all we had
.
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As if crawling on surface tension
a skeletal remnant, ghost
of the Great War.
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Now, a living sanctuary – seabirds
come, seabirds go.
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Imagine a sea-skating insect – hatched
from a Miyazaki film.
.
.
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Imagine the sea rising to bleed into the sky.
What about us?
Where will we stand
When the ink smudged clouds
Fall into the sea?
Flotsam & jetsam
Plastic shards
and dead wood.
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Between high tide
and low tide
A little more
short of breath.
.
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Photographs taken from Carlingnose Point, North Queensferry, Limekilns and Crombie on the Fife Coast.
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