In a moment of absence

The road whispers 
in a language not heard these seventy years

the sea eats only its pebbles 
and can be heard calling its kinfolk 

who listen can listen
now the sea can be heard

and all the candy floss falls strangely silent
hoping for some tongue some

lips to stir and noise 
the blue of this place

which insists once more in singing
the lapwing a curlew’s song

Published in Ink Sweat & Tears, May 2021