On the way home, tired and driving in the rain I heard this poem read aloud on Radio 4's Poetry Please.
Seabird's Blessing
Alice Oswald
We are crowds of seabirds,
makers of many angles,
workers that unpick a web
of the air's threads and tangles.
Pray for us when we fight
the wind one to one;
let not that shuddering strength
smash the cross of the wing-bone.
O God the featherer
lift us if we fall;
preserve the frenzy in our mouths,
the yellow star in the eyeball.
Pray for us this weird
bare place—we are screaming
O sky count us not as nothing
O sea count us not as nothing
bare place—we are screaming
O sky count us not as nothing
O sea count us not as nothing
"count us not as nothing"
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