Growing up, up, up, and away –
yet still the pull on my surf
the surging call of moonlight
the ebb and flow of remembered warmth
My compass-dial spins –
magnetic variation shifting year on year
as poles lean and swing through tears
flowing through the drifts of time
yet still the search for our true north,
Mum, Mummy, Sister, Sis and Me –
You is I. She is Me. I is She.
© 2016 Sarah Tait
First appeared in ‘The Chronicles of Eve’ published by Paper Swans Press
Sarah is a poet who currently co-hosts Writers Unleashed, a monthly writer’s open-mic evening in Thanet celebrating local talent.