Fay Slimm.

Watching.

 

 

Watching.

 

Sunny sails clutter the bay.
Storm-beaten seagulls shriek shored lament.
Calm, now windless, covers the distance
between shore and ship in misty-grey haze
and she in her Sunday-best
waves to the horizon and incoming kin.

Innocence kicking the sand.
Anxious girl watching as boats haul home.
High-tide laps quiet against harbour wall
and after prayerful pleas for his safe landing
she in her foam-soaked dress
wades in further to welcome him she adores.