Toby Cook + Dave Coates


Monday, November 24th, 2008

The road beyond the house stretches
out around fields grown wild with oilseed,
tarmacadam sweating rainfall into gutterways
then turning east in search of seashore.

The road is long, and silent this early,
mist and light rain holding indoors all but
swallows and herons, cormorants and swifts,
and anyone else who never wanted for roofs.

A corridor of hedgerows opens into the rocks
and sand dusting the spray
as the oystercatchers loiter in the shallows,
waiting for the water to offer its secrets.