Mark Cobley



the scent still.

landscapes within linger
wide green
rises falls and rises again.

Now I am home and understand.

In your untrained eye
castles are made
rise again

moons grow full
become new waves
turn to surf.

the world
well the world just does
what worlds do.

vice versa

my tactic is

thank you for the fire the fire

thank you for saving me from be being just me

thank you for the sand still in my pockets. ship

our disappearing footsteps

the shell in simpleness


sea mist


and further out to new land

(but no fossils there)

flags flutter
tides come in go out
birds dance sing

people comb.