The seed heads
Of the dry grasses
Crumble
In my fingers
Spreading their futures
Into the marshes
Eventually, most likely
Out towards the horizon
Where, one hopes
That sky and sea will meet
Or at least share
A place with a view
It could have been
A John Miller
‘Summer Sandbar’ painting
Except this is not Cornwall
Nor is this the Atlantic
Although the light, yes
The light is equally magical
Today I am told
That there are definitely seals
And so the cameras
With significant zoom lenses
Are called into action
To remember the day
