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
Cawing
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.