Spring News

By | 1 July 2006

An elephant seal came to lie along
banked kelp, its eyes wet with the sea's gleam
and all the brighter for being set in that
grey body – one long, lounging muscle
stroked by the tide. This side, a stretch of sand
hemmed in by tape, with a sign: Please keep out,
seal resting
. A liminal paradise.
Next day it had left for other pastures

and there was news of a dolphin found stabbed to death
on a bay beach, each gash a silent mouth:
an unthinkable death that someone – blood-streaked
mind powering the knife – managed to think.
One of the dancers, the guiding spirits, stopped.
When will we ever understand ourselves?

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