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.