Storm clouds bank black
touch harbour wall, houses
curved like a Queen’s coronet
under denim sky: I turn my head
sea falls flecked with white horse crest
they snake across the bay.
Dog is blown by weight of sea
her ears akimbo sand chafing soft membrane
& you & I lean against the world
cheeks tinged by raw sting of storm salt.
Half the planet sleeps, I call on
water nymphs tree dryad
return it all to pristine emptiness
black banked cloud, onshore swell
tidal turn flicked by the moon.