A skeleton structure, whipped gritty and wind bitten.
I'm running, thudding, water rushing in to rinse the dint.
Salt rush, water brash,
grey sand in horizontal flight.
The gull stalks sand in a parody of tap
orange stick legs and a sudden splash
against that breast of grey,
that soft bubble of pearl,
The biggest sky you ever saw.
I am caught in a shining net strewn,
It pulls me, it draws me, I run
heartlong towards the ribbon of the sun.