In the wave-strike over unquiet stones (detail), Tonico Lemos Auad

This stone reflects the ocean
milky clouds bleeding into the blue.

Deep in the seaways
stones scrape and crunch

they knock into each other
with the merest smell of salt.

Chalk is white free from impurities
my stone is broken, discoloured

unhappy stone.

In my hands I hold
the universe

taking us back to
where we were.


Patricia Osborne: Born in Wales. Lives in Brighton.


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