From a Selsey Rooftop
I open the window to Rustic tiled turrets and, beyond, The blowing blue sea - Breathing over them, Over me. Distant small boats with sails Are white water butterflies On the skyline From an older time - But older is current here, A constant exhale. And everywhere, birds. Unbrushed brown sparrows, Speckled, grey gulls on rooftops, Magpies claiming the chimneys, Black gulls the beach stones - Wings Have a belonging here, A belonging to the breath, A belonging to the sea. LJ Ireton, 2023