THE MOON OF COBALT DAY
11th July 2020
I had not come down for it;
But just now I found myself
In sun-skinned solitude surfing,
Under the Moon of Cobalt Day.
Waves, plentiful and goodly shaped, seemed glad
To carry me with white-laced puissance;
But I must choose each when with care,
For all that foam-glimpsed fast-passed sand was cobblesome.
Caution, too, needed with the depthing of my venture:
For though glossed the windless sea so friendly calm in looks,
Strong and not relenting was the current’s pull along the beach –
And, thus, a firm-felt force against my shoreward will.
That opportunity, plucked; I, so heartly pleased.
For, soon after, have I seen it gone,
Looking to the top of cliff where others come –
Who, I feel with certainty of age,
Could never in the right way know this shore.
© Christopher Jessop 2020
