Continuing to think out loud. For anyone not familiar with Haenyo
it is the name of the native women divers of Jeju island, who forage for sea creatures. Look them up. They fascinate.
2 women divers, sharing the burden of what seems
to be a lump of stone in a net
sat sulking with a 6 pack of beer on the pebbles.
The sky is dressed in matte grey, it suits it.
i’ve grown tired with stones & their complications.
i have spent 10 minutes swearing at the sea,
reading it lines of poetry, never a whole poem
as if in some act of spitefulness, thrown stones
& weird shaped shells, first singling out lacey crests
which just rebound the lunged stone, mischievously.
Today, i want to be a boy again, with my father,
finding skimmers (flat oval shaped stones
with perhaps a mica slick through the grain)
to skip off a placid pond seven times pushing for 8
— i miss him today, he’s in Florence on holiday.
The divers settle near me, divided by a rustic
chopping board, which looks as old as them,
spoon whorls of sea-meat out abalone shells
the size of children’s thumbs, dice & bag them
—they offer me a taste, but i’ve a gob full
of stones & know too well the taste
of coldness in my mouth.