from here you can watch
waves blaze into
horizons that bleed and stretch
to the sun’s mediaeval eye
refining the sleeves of God
where waves whomp
screaming and sunshiver
in a syntax so deafening
they pirouette
in the moment of God dancing
Richard Bunch
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/degrees-of-green-at-goat-rock/
