Spinning in air

from a spiderweb

suspended from a cliff.

I watched the waves

hesitate towards land,

advance, retreat.

Close my eyes,

lean back, 

turn around

in the air,

I hear siren songs,

ten miles out.

Selkies

seeking their pelts

on the rocks.

Mourning, on the tide.

Unseen, lost time,

I was shrouded

in sea mist,

only a sigh

restores my memory

of reasons

to climb back up

this thread.

I crawl

onto the crumbling turf.

 

D.E.J. Jan 17^th 09