Today the water is glassy still

the wind dies and builds up

leaving ripples in its wake.

Tide goes in and out.

Sun glimmers on the surface.

Boats pootle along

the car ferry chugs back and forth,

Ferryside lit up by the evening sun

that falls across its window

and there is nothing

but the gentle tap

of water against the harbour wall

and the squawk of a seagull swooping.