Westdale Bay
In this puddle, stretched right to left
across the sand, blue sky is reflected.
White clouds hare over the ground.
A girl splashes through air
her plaits swinging.
She picks her feet up high
as though the clouds
are catching in her toes.
She trails thongweed,
writes her name
like a statement of intent.
Each letter is absorbed
into the sky. And, as though
in reply, hundreds of jellyfish
glisten in the ridges
like stars dropped down to earth.