at a table two women chat over coffee heads almost touch sandal-toes dappled in sun
>just around the corner
sea washes away from green-lined river<
>she is walking round
away to blue-wave swirls rising<
>the corner
tide her time is turning<
>to her past in a mirror
on the swell she is returning to her heart<
>of a window
source to the well-spring where time<
>she is walking
water rose her heart to flood<
>click click clicking pointing
and beat against a steady clock sand<
>heels of shoes
trickle through the timer and moon fulfils<
>to the other end
its magnetic pull round and whole it holds<
>of town where her face dissects
a woman’s face (steady and pure its influence) its gaze<
>angles of selves
she is full and white absorbs all colour<
>in mullioned windows and a kaleidoscopic
of her chequered past till a tide takes her in<
twist
scatters her with dappled ripples on the shore and<
reveals the Lady’s stained glass face
flecked in sun from high high up in the West Window
