Wordless by Sally Evans

The crests of waves rise on each side
as the mind ploughs a wordless trough.
The sides of the crests lean over
as if they could help it float
but they would overpower it,
this small thought trekking the seabed,
ocean divided to let it live.
It struggles from shore to shore,
still wordless and undrowned.
It climbs out onto a rock
and dries in the sun.
it has been all day getting this far.
Exhausted, it sleeps.
The sea is patient.

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Sally Evans lives in Scotland and has Welsh connections. She has had several books of poems published including Poetic Adventures in Scotland (2014) and the Bees (2008).
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