SIDEWINDS

Taking you too when I set off

Both ghosts with me today

For some reason I can’t shake

So we walk to the pier and turn east

The sea

Grey

I wish across it momentarily

But that would be France

And not the right place

The only boats out in the chop

Are training 

They seem to be beaten

From this distance

By this wind

You are not interested

Yet patient lumps in my skull

As they tack away on liquid hills

That give ungenerously

Causing a static progress

None of us are going backwards