I go
Along that lichen path
so white, and straight
so assertive of mystical quality
along the barren rocky coast

I am old now
and what were once white houses
on far off misty shores
are now gulls against cloud
sitting in the water

Here is a special place
A place of many childhoods
my childhood
but still here
steadfast against this changing world

I cast my offering in
a Penny
into this rockpool
which has forever faithfully been named
the wishing well.