Susan Taylor

Writers for Calais Refugees


The whole of what is
slip-slides into a conch shell
dives deeper than dark.

Through curvatures
of inner ear sounds –
distant sea waves swell.

Out of the ether
floats spiracle consciousness
to the unconscious.

Experience is
the buoyancy of bodies
longing to be held.

The pervasive sound
of ocean – a spiralling
ephemeral now.

Our own welfare
and the welfare of others
is awakening.

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