The Sea – written in Umi Falafel Belfast

Sit down delivery dude,
Rest your weary shoulders.
The nacreous clouds
Turned ashy, tumultuous
And poured down on you.

Sit down delivery dude,
Uncurl those toes
In your runners –
Hidden under bin bags
To keep out the rain.

Sit down delivery dude,
We’ve already made
Sense of it - the root
Of this downpour –
The hurdling waves –
The Clydesdale foam.