Wave

Right out to the lighthouse and further
Fields of sheaves meshing and swashing.
All along the floorboards of fathoms
Sound ceaselessly threshes silence.

Water rising, floundering, water dancing,
Water flailed to water clinging
Between waves to a breezebeat pirouetting.
Crest and trough to the shore bringing

Alated landscape from a butterflied hill
Inside unmoving salient slopes
Aboard their observer's surrendered will

poem by Seamus Hogan
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