We have salt water in our blood.
We hear the sound of breaking
waves in our ears. Our dreams
are filled with storms and tides
My nephew has webbed toes –
swims like a fish. My daughter is
half-seal, half-otter, my man a
beached whale in the night
We were all water babies once
Beneath lush
sea green
arable land
lie the ancient floodplains of
an earlier Ice Age
Unseen geology works wonders
as a worm holes and twists
until the slow cast surfaces,
spilling out its raw riches
And still on the mountain tops
a crushed shell, a tiny ammonite is found
to remind us of this deep water world,
Noah’s nautical nowhere.