Thursday, November 16, 2006

what colour is the ocean?

is it the slate-black from the airplane window? the muddy-brown at the beach? the copper-sulphate of a coral reef? the crashing silence of your loneliness?

it's rust from a passing steamer; the stench of rotting fish; the crack of dried seaweed breaking up; the calm, flat endlessness from the deck of your oil-tanker, awake, when you're heading for Spain....

must be the clouds in your eyes!


me said...


Sunscreen said...

Illusions, my dear smith. They are all illusions.