Wilderspool Causeway

Facing the café, not the bay,
he sees indistinctness in the glass –
sails of a summer mirage.

Figures seem transparent within
cloudiness: the weather’s coming in
from the east, through the kitchen.

In the newspaper, isobars
are crockery and saltwater
palimpsests. The samurai sudoku
is hidden by a beach hut.

He rocks the table, looks skywards
towards rain clouds
and underneath at a dog and a gull.

Through the door, a transparent body
emerges to corporeality.
A ghost tray becomes whole.
Proxima Centauri hangs above
hybrid Santander changing facilities.