– The sun’s late-day sloping spear
swaying stabs into the sea,
the glass skin rises trembling
and is smoothed,
the coast is green through the mist,
pale blue-red jellyfish rise
towards gold-lights,
are sucked towards the seafloor,
drift waving towards food and death –
Sun-arrows stagger and fall,
the coast turns away,
still matt-blue waves
mumbles the night of sea-waves –