Nuns clambered on the headland. Like scarabs,
they traversed the sage slope of limestone
to the hermit’s shrine. Marine creatures, landlocked,
awaited the sea’s coming. The poet
descended by funicular to the bay’s
elegant crescent of hotels. Mists
trailed the foothills of distant peaks. In saloons
of bevelled mirrors, his comrades sang
marching songs. A love poem formed like breath.
He crunched on innumerable pebbles.
Waves gasped and sighed, smoothing the wooden groynes.