Out on the headland

This couple, old now,

Regard the raging sea

He bedazzled by beauty

She remembering love in time gone by

Love never in time but being time

Moves on in changes

Tossed like rooks in wind


Yet often in this we

The we denies the I

Just as the I denies the we

And we forget

The love that is

The love that flies

Caught in the wind like gulls in storm

Powerful upon great wings

Yet ordinary –

Passion not yet spent

Like spray.