Night Shift
All night the sea
is working. I hear it grinding
under the moon:
so much effort
to shift itself off the land,
to settle closer to a continent
on the other side of the earth.
I dream of the sea
covering the coast, the houses,
lifting cars like shells
and grinding them into sand;
I wake and think
of the long stone shelves
nuzzling and scraping under the sea,
and the sea pacing in its cage.
from Convertible (2000)
