Wild is the sea

Wild is the sea

Every wave

No matter how small

In constancy

Undermining the earth

Beneath our feet

Untameable

It will turn

Wax and wane

In its own time

There was no magic

Canute could bring to bear

If you believe the stories

He was told

It is wise to cross

An estuary at low tide

And causeways

Disappear with

Regularity

There is no reclamation

Lowlands go

Before the flood

Step away from the edge

Before it falls

Sending salt bitten

Walls

Tumbling to the ground

Kitchen tables

Are incongruous

In a sandstorm

White goods

Are not built

To withstand

A power surge

The dunes will move

Closer to your door

Before you know

Tend your garden well

Before you lose it

To the inevitability

Of a mirthless sea.