I wrote hard up against the sea,
which was having none of it;
more trying to name a new cloud
than looking at the verb-mad waves,
when the sea
conjured a dolphin.
There was no one to tell;
only my lonely shout
to pitch all I held of delight, or grief,
as the dolphin leapt in staves
over the water.
Oh Oh Oh.
The world will shake us off for what we have done
and the sea have the last word.