Spurn Point
By Emilie Flower

We are tying ourselves in knots doing the right thing.
What if we took some air from this, in a landscape far away that said nothing.
Nobody cares about this place.
The stories it tells stay here.
Reprinted again and again on interpretation boards for people to peruse.
No matter the design, no one comes, except the transient birders, here for the autumn Shrike.

Spatious, serene, eroding
It points into the land between the sea and the estuary
Ajar
Open for business
Patient, with no history to live up to or future to define.

In-humane in its carelessness
Profound in its ease.