Early one morning
just before the sun was up
I walked the long straight road
beside the sea.
The lambs, in pairs, black nose to black nose,
sheltered cosy, calling, crying.
Here and there a lark would rise
to start his early song;
and all along the way
the wind made barbed wire fretted lace,
black, blue and white,
of man’s discarded plastic waste.
Showing off his speed to me,
a hooded crow
made straight his path into the light.
And ever on my right,
like Sinai’s distant voice,
eternal sighed the sea.
Tom Kerr, Eternal Sighed the Sea
