Ballyvaughan harbour

Ballyvaughan Harbour 03/05/23
Waiting for Mum. 10.30 -11.00am
 
A steady whistling in the masts,
A seagulls call,
A distant tractor,
Crows in the trees,
A rustle of leaves,
A chatter of birds.
A pair of seagulls dancing in the breeze.
A light sky.
Footsteps on stone
A heron glides into view and is gone.
 
I have half an hour to wait and take a walk along the shore to see what catches my eyes and ears. I am happy to be in this moment of waiting, revisiting the location from where I started this project. I find no trace of the white porcelain arrangements I made here a month ago or any fragments from before. As my eye explores the details and horizon, I am excited to discover that somebody else has been creating little assemblages of stones since I was last here that I might have overlooked had I not been paying so much attention.