Passing squalls of dog barks
ruffle the distant evening.
Further to the heads the low roar
of traffic on the highway to the sea.
Within our cabin of yellow light
we rock to the rhythm of eternity.
“A six foot swell tonight.
It will get stronger as we pass the heads.”
But we will be asleep by then.
Perhaps in nightmares the sea
shall torment our sleep
or sweep us towards the rock faced
ocean of dark magnificence.
We sit together in the globe lit room.
A radio plays softly in the background.
A blue sentinel buoy passes near
rocking in the swell and our wake.
We retire to bed, the waves of night
by our window.
The distant sounds of the city, the new
moon behind the clouds.