by REGINA (GINA)

leaning against a rock
my toes dig into the sand
a deserted beach
barefoot, years ago
I stumbled as we danced

the magpie
postures on a sheep’s back
in tall wheat grass
the discarded red remains
of a rusted-out plough

dreams grown
grey among the flotsam
a dead fish
open-mouthed on the rocks
with clouds in its eyes

october showers
a blackbird tugs at the worm
stretching
we prepare to join the group
at a yoga retreat