Sonatina
Of all the years we’ve been living here
this has been the longest and the shortest.
How often did we hear the moon drag
an ocean through itself and a riptide swallow
those several billion particles of sand?
Some days began with an offshore wind,
the plaintive somnolence of a muted cello.
If rigging moaned, tacking into haven,
water would not let us pass or travel back.
Oliver Comins lives and works in West London. Templar Poetry is publishing his first full length collection in 2018. Oak Fish Island includes poems written in the late 20th century as well as more recent work. Twitter: @OJComins