Outpost

The mid-afternoon
is brighter

Than a child's
sketchbook

The pores of skv
Have cracked open
with heat

Above cliffs
gulls circle

As if weaving a net
around the sun

Surf slaps pylons
Waves punch
the beach

The Jetty is a lone
outpost

Fishermen cast out
their silences

Brush strokes of light

Sift through the Jetty's
warped planks

A gull dives

Dissolves into
water

Yachts are crayon smudges
on the horizon

Cat

Before playing chicken
with it

After tearing off
a wing

Then eating
the chick's head

The neigbours cat
as quiet

As a ghost's whisper

Makes its return
to the cave
it made under vines

To dream again
of ancient egypt