Aldeburgh Lookout - Poem II

the sea is the same
and yet
never the same
for to give it just one name
puts to shame
its depth of being
and insults our seeing
and does no honour to the being of sea.

today it champs at the bit
white horses straining at reins
rushing up the beach
seeking shingle.
townsfolk keep their young indoors,
shops shut up early.

now daylight fails
until the only band of light
between the black of beach
and unlit night
is the row upon row of mashing teeth
and the spit of the sleepless waves.