North Balla
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Sea-cool in front of me
Star-fire warms my back
A flurry of biting flies
In soft-winged attack
Selkie sleekly slips along
Warping the mirrored loch
Honey-makers humming bustle
From flower: shop to stock
Wee birds hop and winged drop
From stubby loch-shore trees
Insects potter fearlessly
Lifted on an eyelash breeze
Aged mountains gather round
This valley glacier-smoothed
Echoes our tectonic past
That time has idly soothed
A musty rotting seaweed tang
Underlays the air
Toes still froze from morning dip
Salt tangled in my hair
Each moment gleams distinctly
An endless time-locked gift
Naught to do but be here
And let your smallness drift
Into the wider ocean
Set it out to sea
I become Loch Linnhe
Loch Linnhe becomes me.
~
Joe Blogs, 2022