The
salt
smelling
brisk breezes
like a first tattoo
sitting on your ancient body
buoying up the boat in your bones to float you back home
all the time anchored to air yet you learnt how to live in this wild world that never rhymed
with people ignorant of tides and the moon's tango
navigating by new order
and Hollywood stars
planted on
pavements
soon
gone

when
you
looked
all the stars
deceived your longing
hiding away the sea-kelped town
hiccupping roads-starting-stopping-and starting again
the hiraeth that wound the thin red thread in your wrist like a winding house to pull you westward
until a seasoned wind blew through and you tasted Wales
sea served up on a slice of toast
that first mark hummed
soft yellow
a daff
still
sweet