Inchadoney
For My Uncle Garrett

I have run my heart down
to a fading blue line

where headlands infrequently erupt
like cells beneath a microscope

I hope to be drifting as salt
till the sun stops pumping light

to be slowly devouring this coast
the invisible teeth in the brine

Copyright © 2008 Dave Lordan All rights reserved
from The Boy in the Ring
Salmon Poetry
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission