The Web Poetry Corner - Julie Leibrich - High Tide
There is a croft. A man.
A time between the sky
and the horizon.
A place of no names.
On the croft there is a house
circled by turnips and cast-eyed sheep
sharpening their teeth on rowan trees.
There is a beach here too, though
to see it now, you have to bend your eyes
around the church where Knox once stood
and look beyond that history.
You will observe
the white sands of Sanna.
A shore-line, where they placed
their treasure above the high tide mark
when they could carry it no more.
Here is the house I did not live in.
Here is the church in which I did not sing.
Here is the man I did not marry.
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