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published in Acumen, 2000
One to Another
At
midday a sea fret comes along the coast
like
smoke,
horses
gallop away upstream vanishing
into
cloud,
somebody
stands looking out to sea
and
slowly
the
stillness rises through him so he
becomes
like a pillar or a tree.
He
is watching the waves that always keep coming
stretched
across sight
like
wings, and trying to hear what the sea
is
saying,
the
shingle’s dicing chatter that
unchanging
tongue
like
the wind or thunder we have forever
wished
to learn,
though
maybe once before we began
to
speak
one
to another we knew
what
the sky and ocean meant.
Chris Hardy
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