if i go west from here

if i go west from here
surf into the sea’s blue mine
each wave a coalface

if i go west from here
crossing the bar and on
to where the waves themselves
are mountains

if i go west from here
beyond the land’s shadow
beyond the black backed gull

beyond even
the edge of breath

when i go west from here
travelling with all the travellers

you will see me
in the seams of the sea

feel me
in the arms of the sun

know me
in the form
            of every unfurling line

Greg O’Connell © 2010