<h1>At the harbour</h1>

I dream of those sapphire shores

In still motion, caught like the bold swirls

Of an oil painting

The dream is calm, even if in its sense

Of dislocation,

The boat with the red and white sails looks too large

To be piloted by one man, alone

Yet here it is, in the world of my dreams

As it was once in the living world of a dreamer

A lapping at the harbour

A ribbon of salty water

And one boat, trimmed red and white, set diagonally

Across a rising foam tipped wave

Suspended

I have new dreams, sharing with you this vista

As we make our way, hand in hand,

Along that selfsame harbour

In that timeless town of white sentinel houses

Overlooking, as we overlook

Those red and white sails, that

Single distorted moment of freedom