The poets trinity

poets must be stoic as a tree
rooted in coastal chalk-rock
ravaged bent in one direction
Willing as a lightening-rod
to burst into fires free...

There is but one love triangle
between him earth sea and sky
that is where he'll clime and drill
that is where he'll dive and swim
that is where he'll fly and dream
till his circle of life has completed
its inward, outward, ripple...