Poem: ‘Star Fish’
John Welch, 25 January 2007
Language the contract Between self and nothing When bending to earth it Exchanges the sky for words
Out walking on that Uncertain estuary border Where we found the beached conger – It was starting to swell
And gull-flight lifting over Ocean pectoral surge – I walked there a neighbour To that small ancient heart
Tracing the shallow architecture Text an invisible lintel Being lifted...