Us
Buoys
Drifting
on the current
But tied
To the sea
bed
Stretch
To bump into
Another buoy
Bumpy language
Float code
For this and that
Just in range
To pass pleasantries
As tide
And time
Ping pongs
With the moon

Most of the lines are wavey
Mostly dark
But that’s not the point
The moon is white
Their edge is white

My solitary gull
Straight out to sea
Feather light, Fleck of paint
To a dark, blue, slow, clap

Fishers bob
Between red and green
Lobsters stare up
Through the weave
Aerials tickling doilies
On the ceiling

Trapped together
For life

Muted glows
Invade their distance
Shifting in
Sifting out

Their end chugs

Bright clothes
Sliding
Colliding
Wellington
Collecting
The splash
To season

Then
Together
The pull
Two wet worlds
Born apart
Clash

I’m with Victoria
Walking the shore
Looking for tiny, watery, life
And finding school children
Feet balancing
On green stones

A living, gem-studded, jewelled line
Between us and them
We’re dipping in again