Constant.
I have seen harboured dusk blackening sails,
ocean-face blazing with phosphorescence,
cottage walls hiding those, saline-drenched,
whose living depends on battling sea gales.
I have sighted mauve-dawn colouring vessels,
gull-beaks shrieking with frustrated hunger,
fisher men eyeing first signs of low thunder
yet constant the need for all hands on decks.
Consorting with water\'s alchemic nature
scribes courage on each weathered face.