Fossils planted in the hillsides
by a chuckling god tricking us all:
These are today's poems
unrecognised for what they are.

Justice
scratching the gilding from her shoulder
finding she is mercy

innocently waiting 
for broken promises to be fulfilled

knowing the job is beneath her
but if she doesn't do it, who will?

She contemplates, communes, with the stars
surprised every time each one 
is stolen away by voracious dawn.

Feeling the unfair world's chill
but finding the strength to tell the children 
of bright adventures ahead.

If it is the sea that never sleeps
then she is the sea
and that sea loves the land 
unto the ends of the earth.

Tramping sadly to the extreme edge
anyone out of luck will encounter her there.