In the Rock Pools at Bispham


We walked on rocks with naked feet
And looked in rock pools; world’s complete
But set apart, like prison cells.
With all those tiny things in shells
That crab and scuttle under waves
Reduced to rooms, reluctant slaves
Of time and tide. We leaned in, near,
And watched, but didn’t interfere,
Like gods who never really cared
On congregations unaware.
Later, when we’d gone for tea,
The tide returned and set them free.

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