That long spine of a trunk I saw
last week, some 20 minutes walk north
is less a spine now, more a telegraph
pole waiting for its final polish
and the sea has done most of the work
stripping it to a shine and the sharp
gum is fresh when you peel back
one layer (easy as dead skin)
and that glue underneath, the resin
smelling – what ordinary man
bottles – sea breeze pine. And
the extra ordinary sand:
Exfoliation.
Tags: 2010, beach, landscape, musings, observations
