never so free

wind across the quay-side

grit in my eyes and fish in my nose

white as whalebone

wheeling seagulls cry

outside the bar in the high street

blind fingers spin an accordion reel

shoes and sedan wheels grudgingly keeping time

fishing boat stretched out at low tide

dog and a black man work on the deck

bright as a bottle

sunlight skips wave to wave

part of a map of somewhere

teases my foot like a haunting dream

never so free

i'm lost in the seagulls' flight