North of Berwick
Slowly the sea is parted from the sky: The light surprises, crinkling on the water. The white sun hardens; cliffs solidify. A long coast of red rock where three swans Engraves itself in calm, deceptive weather.
That pale line round the shore looks motionlos re the Because the waves are distant, the sky windlesitirtnnleilsidtic:ei:(lhslYit: Hearing such border warfare lost in space 4il,r1(1 f(IIrt1 You say the breathing of the sea is endless. "111 ordii
The loneliness that we are born to merges What is the one thing constant? Can you Perhaps with such a place on such a day. No boat invades that shining emptiness.
No stones cry out because we cannot stay. ' eGui is Through all our absences the long tide surges. i
Three swans fly north, a diesel thumping so Draws out of sight along the rusting railway, All windows clouded with a communal breath. Fields flash in the sunlight, far beneath The sea turns in its scales, well in a seal's A
SYDNEY TREK.O
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