I hear you rolling through the ocean sky
hissing like the incoming tide
through the poplars
boughs dancing like kelp in the current
and I hear you pass over
roar dwindled to pattering of drops
pebbles rolling in the backwash.
trawling clouds in the blue
as the season shifts changes gear
slipping into the cooling time
and the dimming of the light.
in eternal dissatisfaction.