Sandspit

 
Sand spit at Wolfe Point the sand spit is a narrow tongue a deposit of pebble and sand poking its curving lisp through the bay’s rising waters it is a narrow footpath threading the needle’s eye of waves which lap and lick at either edge it is an unsubtle highway vanishing into the sudden mist that drops like a peregrine falcon from surrounding cliffs what wild things hide here hidden in the gravel and sheltered from the elements by stone? seasonal birds of no fixed abode: can you keep the secret of the sea-side shelter where they roost and rest? Hush, now, do not disturb them lest they fly migratory harbingers of our fragile destinies they will anyway soon be gone high neap tides and winter winds will sand the sand spit down to its wooden bones and everything will vanish until nothing but the ephemeral remains