Below Victoria
For J
A loosened thought
was unexpectedly set adrift
like a sea-wetted sandal
sucked into whisked white foam
off foolish seventh wave treaders –
those salt-splashed day trippers –
as my viewfinder caught you blown
and turning to me – iso-fixed
in my camera as it framed that
installation under which you stood
You as my suddenly important art
buffeted upright below an artist’s
weather-required turned response
My portrait of beauty in Brighton