Surfing the wave of reminiscence
keepsakes smothered in laudanum,
rainy-day linctus / cross-winds
wet and chill the pebbles,
rock the tethered Skomer Ferry.
To the south, the sun picks out
a triangle – the weather vane
on top of St Mary’s Church spire,
the old fort ruins near Gateholm,
and the lighthouse on Tower Point.
Sometimes, you are given to
– those moments endure.