Brian Wake (Liverpool)
I NEVER DID THINK
I never did think highly of the sea,
said Noah, but used it as a means to come
and go heroically, pack suitcases and kiss
someone goodbye, to be wished
all the very best by neighbours passing by.
Against the silver walls of icebergs,
I, he said, throwing bits of bread to feed the birds,
have heard the echo of a storm more clearly
than the storm itself.
I sometimes found, said Noah, relaxing
with a paper at his gate, my eyes fixed firmly
on a shape created not by what was there before me,
but by all the absences of objects in between.
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