Beckoning Winds and Sea
by Annie Jenkin
I'm watching the river mist
roll away with the tide
and parades of seagulls
are combing for crabs and cockles
plucking at rocks for mussels.
The wind blows through the boatyard
ruffling wires and pulleys
tapping tall metal masts
like children all chattering at once.
Sails run ahead of the wind
skimming the ocean
flicking over the blues and greys
of rainbows hidden in sea spray
scattering its petticoats over the waves.