Terrified, I looked beyond

My ocean, river,

Lake – my pond


Tentative, I thought I heard

The high tide lap

‘gainst beach-heads prize


The rock jumps from the page.

A vision’s sight

With sty in eye


Urbanised, I look away –

‘Scraper, McMansion –



I reminisce in disbelief

As faith takes me ‘home’

To my northern wind


Where the water trickles

When my finger dips in

Your face, your smile

Your laugh, your lips.

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