SONG OF THE SEA

Having two names would be good.
One given (as the seed falls by the breath of the wind),
One learnt (timber and leaf bent into pointing fingers, pointing out from the hilltop),
And I could sign with strength using both,
And stand on that hilltop to screw up letters and contracts,
Singing of my signatures which float out over the sea.
As I was when limbs were soft,
I speak to you under the protection of the branch.
As I am now (learning to curve with hardened arms),
I hold tight all that is important,
And look out over the sea,
With two eyes two feet two hands,
And the beauty of my roots shifting with every wave.

© 2001 Trout &
Chris Marriner