Voyeur

A poem

Standpoint Magazine

I am sitting in the hollow of a dune
watching a squat man stand in a glitter of water.
I think he is not a swimmer yet he wants to be there
in the almonds of light as the low wave lips and turns over.

Figures move over the strand, passing the small, fat man,
who has walked far out on these long, smooth sands,
then spread a green towel and undressed.
It is hot and blue, he wants to be deep in the water,

he wades out and stands, his ankles lost in the wash,
surprised at his want, surprised at the feel
of the water, running in over his feet, the joy,
as pleased and as lulled as a child who yearns

for the mystery of the water. This swimming
is a strange activity, as strange as fish and full of longing,
strange as this heat that’s pasting butterflies
onto white walls—spread leaves—and sends to us now

a man who stands alone in a brilliant sea.

 

 

Taken from Where Now Begins by Kerry Hardie, published by Bloodaxe Books on November 12.

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