Home to the Hebrides

Where are you running to
what are you looking for
rooting in other people’s abandonments

scraping time off the earth into spoil
for stone some sign of burning
a flicker of bone someone’s

life to ponder their gut to digest
through a slice of tooth
a peck of seed

What is it with this yearning
for remote punctuations in the sea’s
gnarled page

as though the soul’s dark ink might talk
and you might hear more
than the chatter of gannets

see more than waves unfurling
a whale puff
and disappear



Julian Brasington lives on the north Wales coast and teaches at Bangor University.  His poetry has been published in various magazines and is forthcoming in Staple.