Timed.
The sea today is blue-gray with streaks
of pale gilding frothing lace over
low tide\'s exposed cobbled reaches.
Yet on distant sand banks time turns
as greeny-weed flats slacken and
sheets of creeping saline wet dry fur.
Push rotates rattle and wavelets spill
increasing cream when riding high
breakers while bouldered retainers fill.
Stranded kelp in murky pool harbour
stirs as gulls readily beak among
boat-sway to seek opened barnacles.
Feeling the draw of natural backward
and forward I walk shores finding
all footfalls must yield to timed action.