There was only the sky-
clean as blades of sunlight,
scrubbed by paths of clouds
flung by the gale in its shivering joy.
There was only the answering sea-
purging snowy breakers to bound
towards an infinite ribbon of sand,
shaded to intricacies beyond depiction
for their exclusive appreciation
from that brink of earth;
sandstone ridge washed by time
and pooled by rain.
Heather-crunch of their running feet
stopped at the top,
stilled by the call of sky for sea.
It was only a moment
in that halfway place
between rock, air and water,
where all was sound, yet all was peace.
for the earth, and the other.
Polly Oliver 2018