(Marahau 2)
Rhubarb and Custard
red and yellow dinghies moored
in the company of children.
Their time spent with the
tide. A hole dug each day at
sea’s retreat, then filled
before its return.
The rhythm of this
occupies our days,
a sign tender signals
our territory – all moored and
drifting, lifted and moved
by the tide.
From These Days (VUP, 2000)
© Jenny Bornholdt
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