Cornish Mirror Poem by Brian Taylor

Swimming in a Cornish sea –
Porpoises! (not Cornish) . a little way from me.
How far?
How far from splashing foot to streamlined tail?

Following the brain down its mazy trail –
thirty yards? a million years?
Too far? Not far enough?

But eye to eye
(inner eye to inner eye)
it’s not so far
from grain of sand to spinning star.

Here wave is sea
and sea is wave once more,
no them no me,
a timeless beating on a timeless shore.

What a place to be alone
(alone with one’s friends)
in such a busy, splashing sea;
alone with all the world
(and you and me) .