For M and for friendship
You broad-shoulder me to the beach,
pillow-creased and yawning,
our winter-beaten faces
upturned to the burn.
Lungs gather up the onshore Sou’westerly;
its briny tang caffling in our hair
as we skim ‘ducker’ stones
and watch the storm petrels scatter.
Noon finds us knee-deep
in the mud-silt sand,
elbow to elbow, giggling,
digging for clams.
Blistering afternoon slips slowly
down the cool throat of the sky
and as we trickle our way home
something resembling peace