Breach
It’s a sound
like no other
wind’s rush over
fast flowing waterpale light from
cottage windows
aids faltering
progress surprised
by current-force
underfootland is now
lake and toes
chill in boots
gusts howl
and agitate our
little rivercold night
indeed here
yet warmer
by far than
the world’s
refugee camps
wheresoever
they aremany the
dispossessed
think on
the breach
homes lost to
multiple tempestslet’s will peace
tonight for eachSimon Marsh
