A single, brightly coloured wing

***

swoops like a feather,

dives,

lifting a lone figure through the waves

with drive, with joy, with speed,

with glee

the tide goes out –

leaving the tears of the sea –

the glossy waters

to give a kiss, nog kus, one more

to seagulls, clouds,

dreamy me,

Da Vinci Leonardo:

“Once you have tasted flights,

you’ll walk the earth

with eyes turned skyward,

for there you have been,

and there you will always long

to be”,

I wrap the seaside

sending it

in one wave-thought to you,

my lone figure,

in the sealess house.