Surfing the wave of reminiscence
keepsakes smothered in laudanum,
rainy‐day linctus / cross‐winds
wet and chill the pebbles,
rock the tethered Skomer Ferry.

To the south, the sun picks out 
a triangle ‐ the weather vane
on top of St Mary's Church spire,
the old fort ruins near Gateholm,
and the lighthouse on Tower Point.

Sometimes, you are given to
‐ those moments endure.