The hush, and rush, of sea: <br /> <br />gulls creak in gulfs of air, <br />climb against accumulating auguries, <br />climb and turn, diving through <br />corridors of thermal blue. <br /> <br />Rising immensities of light, <br />thoughts locked in waves of two, <br /> <br />the gulls, <br />the cartwheel, cricket, castle, kite; <br />the sun crumbling in the bay, <br />the surf poised on wrinkled gold, <br />those high, shining faces <br />turned away - <br /> <br />all these break on tides <br />inside <br />the greater world's mentation.<br /><br />Michael Galvin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/byron-sunset/
