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 –
Mortified
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.
sensualism 