Walking down the street,
I empty my pockets
of the sea I was looking
after for you. Mussels
come tumbling first,
cracking open their castanet
shells on the pavement.
Acres of seaweed and oysters.
Taking a deep breath,
I pour an ocean into the middle
of the road. Islands of people
and cars bob in the newly created sea.
Somewhere amongst this
is an old trawler. You are inside,
sending signals back to a lighthouse
forgotten in a trouser pocket.

Christian Ward is a London based poet whose work has recently appeared in the Tipton Poetry Journal and is forthcoming in the Cider Press Review. He is currently studying English Literature & Creative Writing at Roehampton University, London.