Sidmouth Sea Garden

Through strands of hair that glint
lines of light, focus on
a flurry of flowers,
thistles near purpling by a fence
wild barley bending unnoticed
by passers-by, who
never glance at the barley and sigh
yet it is alive that patch of
wilderness above the sea,

Yet quiet and unobtrusive
above the wall, alone
not being noticed, it contains all
the silence above the sea
the sun giving it survive,

Is as much a wonder as
worlds of storms, that
rise and are admired,

The patch I ponder, its simplicity
that essays nothing more than
what is there,
it needs no special care, is
independent of interference,

I think of it, bobbing wildly in the wind
beyond the reach of raging seas
I think of it – just it.