Secret, as a seal

Secret, as a seal

Secret, as a seal somersaulting

the not-yet-born, not fully formed

swims, turns and churns

revealed in ripples, wind across the dunes, waves furrowing the sand

a poke of hand or foot, head as battering-ram.

Not yet a creature of the air, before the gulp and blink

no oxygen, no light

mysterious as after-life, she swims

filling the hours until her cue is called

her book is opened,

‘Once upon a time..’

and  Self set ticking like a clock

her lovely tale begun.

29th November 2012, Hounoux