salt-laden with tears,
borne by the tides of love to this wild place?
Am I the sea-wrack dredged from the deep,
left on the shore-line
by the strong sea-surge?
Am I the clam-shell exposed on the sand,
scoured by the sea-swell
and emptied of life?
Lost in this sea-scape I watch the white terns,
finding their way
wheeling above me across the wide bay… .