Sea change - by Jane Verburg, 2½ years in Cromarty



Do you know what it’s like to live with the sea

in your hair,

inside your head, knitted into your sleep?


Its noiselessness, noisiness, tied to your fingertips,

its seaweed rolled in strandlines strung to your toes,

its thumbprint pebbles caught in the curve

of your turn,

its sea glass in your pockets,

its curlews lifting in wide ribbons wrapped in

the palm of your hand.


Do you? Do you? I do.