That Night by Sally Evans

Two things that night were different
on the beach, above the bay,
urban-tired, where we walked so late
time on time, back in the day.
The small seal at the water’s edge –
how far had it swum
from what island, what sanctuary
away from this promenade?
And the white play of light in the sky,
fizzing somehow, a shimmering curtain

out over the sea.

When we came back, the seal had gone.
In its place stood a policeman

looking up to the sky.
He said, It is the Borealis
so faint but far away,
a rare sight so far south.
And though we never saw it again
and the seal had gone its way,
the many times we ranged that beach
there was never a fading day
I did not look for the roving seal
or search and question the sky,
cloudy or moonswept, for what I  knew
I had seen once only on this shore
and lived on tremulously.

Sally Evans lives in Scotland and has Welsh connections. She has had several books of poems published including Poetic Adventures in Scotland (2014) and the Bees (2008).

Sally Evans lives in Scotland and has Welsh connections. She has had several books of poems published including Poetic Adventures in Scotland (2014) and the Bees (2008).

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