From misty grey to blue
wisps wander by
below, granite and ice
an endless day – no night
just layers of light
The sea silent
flat to a fault
lifeless, prone
like a giant carpet
uniform and true
melded yarn-like blue
Then the land emerges
fingers in the sky
solid, silent
dusted lightly
with icing sugar snow
just visible below
Suddenly the sea is invaded
with monoliths of moving ice
then they congeal
an ivory-white field
all life concealed
Suddenly again complete grey
envelopes in a flash
then fades
only to again close the gate
then open again
a breathless vista lain
From cotton wool
to misty waves
from open skies
to sun-drenched eyes
a massive patch-work quilt
that someone, some day, built?
