Windeyes
(Old Norse for windows, before glass.)

Cape Rosier. Land's end.

Numbing cold (goes without

saying). I'll be damned

if these winds (orchestral )

are not having their way

with the ocean. Waves surging

back and back (not in )

(against the tide I mean ).

Never seen the likes of it, you?

This tidal pool shaking

under windflaws, one thing,

but waves rolling out

instead of forward what do you

make of it? As if, always there

for the shore, the sea today

is being loved in return.