IN THE ROCKPOOL
Kristian Evans
Midnight syllables on the black
water of the rock pool, whisper
of salt retreating into crystal
mind of limpet and gutweed,
untranslatable speech. I recognise
nothing in this mirror. Broken
shells and bones, a cloud of ink
remembering itself, articulating
a psalm of mineral health. When
all this is over I will run away.
I will run and I won’t look back.
Bladderwrack and barnacle Kabbalah,
digital sweat, micro-plastic alphabet.