In the old stone house above the harbour,
however well sealed the windows are
against the rain and the wind, squalls invade
the chimneys and blow in the empty hearths.
The lamp at the end of the quay still shines
despite the waves spilling over the wall
and agitating the tethered lobster creels.
A surge douses the light – but wild clouds part
and a full moon shines on a sea running high.
Abruptly the turbulent clouds close –