Unsteady
In the July sun
Looking out across the blue across the deep deep blue
Already
As the gannets fly trefoil gliding gracefully on the thermals
My legs gently begin to quiver it's all in the mind of course
As well as the reality
Of being suspended on a cantilever platform
With no indication of its weight limit
Or the depth of the fall
Should the whole thing collapse
Into the big blue below the bigger big blue below
Where the plentiful life within feeds the seasonal migration
Sufficient it seems for a quarter of a million seabirds
Who frequent this short stretch of coastline
Now back in the cafe
Once more on terra-firma the steadiness gradually grows
As we take tea outdoors in the mid-July sun
