Awake

Thrown up from beneath the Hamnavoe

white against a blue-black sea

an endless chorus of can-can dancers

froth of lacy petticoats

legs lengthening.

Stromness, walking into town

Starlings: starry, mobile Pointillists;
several sequences of horizontal steps
in honeycomb sandstone.

Walking to Warebeth

Cormorant complains about the cut of his jacket;
others express disinterest.

Hamnavoe in Hamnavoe

The rising sun, at half past six
still low enough
to be blotted out
by the ferry passing my pier