A forest of swaying trees
leading the eye down to a shore
of threatening sea
swollen and given up to winds
and currents and the saline influences
that uphold the clouds in unbelievable motion
that one day could lift the opening off of time
display the working of our buildings
and make us say or scream
what lies or overblown proverbs fill up
this atmosphere that will not settle
that no storm can clean
Grant Duncan, 15.1.12