sea dreams

when you go to the sea
windswept and deep
laden with sleek fishes
dreaming of land
while you’re off
dreaming of water
do you ever find
artefacts of me
swept up on shore
like a lost sandal
or a wristwatch
caught in cool sand
tangled with limpets
mussels and clams
carrying their homes
to foreign beaches
found by diggers
with buckets and spades
when the surf froths
as gulls cry
as the sun rises
as the sun sets
and think —
do the fishes
dream of us
and do you
dream of me?