That strange tension between earth and moon spills fields of water
bigger than swimming pools: an ocean landscape
separating shore from shore.
Lapwings pour in an electric flash onto glimmering.
Skylarks shout aloud a beautiful blue sky.
Shelducks adopt a new island.
A pied wagtail walks like an inspector amongst the trash,
pink, blue and gold like treasure,
bottles pale as jellyfish.
Warton Aerodrome looks so far away
like plastic, Playmobile,
but all the water in the ocean cannot separate us
from what man makes and the manmade
washing up on every shore.