Camas na Cairidh, Isle of Muck
No sign of the sea-life I was told
swam in the bay: the basking sharks,
the minke whales; no otters here.
Only the lubricated head
of a lonely seal, anxious to know
what threats are lurking on the shore.
Sufficient to know that they are there,
will appear in their own good time.
For now, I am content to sit,
the islands laid out at my feet:
Rum, Canna, Eigg and cloud-topped Skye,
the dark blue sea, the seabirds' cry.
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