A home by the sea
I have become a collector of sea-worn bricks
and sea-worn brick pieces
washed up on ever-shifting
pebble-cobbled beaches
One day I will build a house
out of them all
– a house of clay
and tides and time
a sea-shaped house
with no right angles
and no sharp edges
a home of lunar rhythms
and coastal rhymes
I have become a collector of sea-worn bricks
and sea-worn brick pieces
washed up on ever-shifting
pebble-cobbled beaches
One day I will build a house
out of them all
– a house of clay
and tides and time
a sea-shaped house
with no right angles
and no sharp edges
a home of lunar rhythms
and coastal rhymes