A view north, where studio light invents

Each new wave, breakers

Scumbling the wide prospect, the beach framed

In weak wash


But tides skew perspective, salt swathing

Keystone perpendiculars, the built environment


The law of storms invalidates

Upper storeys—floorboards, scooped-mullion bays, glass

Hazy as summer recollections, all, crazed

And twisted, the sea greater than these, the house

Hung in rain


Time eats the world, the day as it is

And the day to come