Unreachable

Cry into the sea

Breathe out sky

Take stock of time

de-canting through

a liquid hourglass.

Remember the sound

of sea as it rushes

the feel of skin

as it prickles to wind

or the way turquoise water

turns clear in the cup

of your hands as you stand

alone and unreachable -

horizon paper thin.

-Debbie Calverley