This icy day of dagger wind
I scan the squally sea above
Where waves and whales and sailing ships
Collide and slide in tangled whirls
With herring gulls, white horses' manes
‘til the sea I saw is seen no more
Just gnarled contortions of my mind
White and black erupt with grey
Twist and spout and swoop and sprout
And turn about to start again
My thoughtscape ebbs
Wild figments flow
Dreams like driftwood washed ashore
From the pelagic cumulonimbus realm
Where I dipped a single frozen toe
