A lipidic white-capped sea, low
coastal heath, tether tableaux
to breeze bending the old pine
towards them, its sway on rebound
bringing it back to lash sunset.
Bright dark matter mixed
to force back to where the breeze
has blown, to fill compulsive
need, sweep to vacate and occupy -
lean to resist, impelled.
Pine is ritual, drawn back
to depths where appearances
are made and blessed, mast-like,
bent against a tidal surge,
branches radiant with drowning.
Confess, to balance or divine
a flow, draw needles against compasses,
steer towards an anchorage,
high up in the rigging, less rigid,
arrangements of vastness.