Star Fish

John Welch

Language the contract
Between self and nothing
When bending to earth it
Exchanges the sky for words

Out walking on that
Uncertain estuary border
Where we found the beached conger –
It was starting to swell

And gull-flight lifting over
Ocean pectoral surge –
I walked there a neighbour
To that small ancient heart

Tracing the shallow architecture
Text an invisible lintel
Being lifted into air, then how it
Breathed itself away

Reached home my mouth
Turned inside out
Radiant shadow
Fabric starfish