Scilly Shore
Here white foam flecks the fingers
of cracked black granite,
one world surrounds another
and edges seep inwards.
The thousand-mile momentum of waves,
the strong, slow, shunt of currents,
are broken, parted, giving up
their gifts, blindly, unknowingly.
Live thrives in the mixing,
the erosion and remaking
of rock-sure certainties
to fractured sanctuaries
where crabs creep from cracks
through shrimp-churn confetti,
where waving anemones wait
for the sea to return the sun.