Mike From S.A.N.D - Message to Denis

We form an impressive circle like long white pointed teeth radiant in the sun
Hundreds are here in Denis' memory to sow his ashes in the green waves
Under Jebreen's outstretched fingers - the long volcanic rocks of the Point
Show the shadowy way seawards where we are all at home

The last straggle of surfers drifts towards the rocky beach
We do not speak but seek out the offered hands of silent warmth
As our minds are numbed - not by the temperature of the water
But by the sheer scale of our loss - cajoling us onwards to our lives
Beyond the white strip of sand in the distance

We sit in cafes subdued by memories of Denis - words don't come easily
As we wait for time to make sense of the void before us
Then someone relates something about Denis years ago
As we smile a seagull dives and rays of morning sun filter through
And make the light clear and more radiant than before