Dawning

porridge fried-fish and tea

the neighbour starts her 

chatter again

children scream

a shoe sole flips over in 

the morning breeze

dew drops from a 

pool into a rusty basin

the spider weaves a web

a beetle floats by his legs kicking

the kingfisher plunges

a skylark rises out of the mists 

and disappears into nowhere

four cracks in the window pane, 

how did they get there?

the sea paint’s mountain ranges 

in the sand

the cliffs scarlet, 

a no-colour sea

small stones on sand starred rises

untidy seaweed

a pale intense blue 

fills the world with day.