Somewhere In England Poem by Paul Cormier

Somewhere in England

If Heaven were of water made,
Seawater, partly, white-foamed,
Royal Blue, down there, round
Where sea rocks jut sea-tombed,

From a high place you may find it,
Paradise, partly, a close part of me,
And seabirds over steep-tiered port,
In a dive over a pier of headland.

Part of me as well are wading birds
Where estuary rounds the obdurate
Sea cliffs, where paling particulates,
A dank introspect, start to crawl up

Toward, and all along, Cliff Top Walk,
Beside Tintagel Castle, onto Sandy Bay.
But now, whom might this be standing
'Top frisky-tufted headland high out

Above the rocks that roar, his back
To us, and staring up at something
(but what?) despite in his red eyes
A glorious glare and a misty spray...?

His surname Tallack? Tallon? Tilly?
Let us go, then, you and I, and greet him.