We took the Blakeney boat to see the seals
basking as seals do on the glimmering strand.
We were basking too: a year married,
happy as the salt marsh larks
singing out their fragile hearts
high above and higher (and yet higher still).
 
 The sun sparkled on the ever so windy waves.
Tightly you held my hand in the bouncing boat.
And later on the island’s northern shore
we sat together on the sand,
castaways to passion, indelibly in love
and kissed and kissed and kissed.
 
13 June 2012