About the poet
Matthew Hollis (b. 1971) has published two collections of his own poetry, and has contributed to...
And another thing I didn't say:
that the upward mass of a cresting wave
will always momentarily equate
to the average human being's weight;
so that if your timing is exact,
your footfall strict, and you've cracked
the basic rudiments of fetch,
you can run across the sea from one edge
to another on a causeway made
of temporality and water. Please mind
to keep that close next time the scale
has got too broad to broach, the pale
well passed beyond; and come down then
against your coast to hear the sound of feet
come in across the rooftops of the sea.
This much is truth, in principle at least.
from Ground Water (Bloodaxe, 2004), © Matthew Hollis 2004, used by permission of the author and Bloodaxe Books.
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