Mirrored the Surface

Mirrored the surface with stories to tell; 
Play of light in marbled hues of blue;
Snake-line the glassy ground;
Cut clean lines over hidden currents 
That shift in secret
Under the bend in the estuary mouth-
Devil’s Point
Separating the country from the 
Great seafaring city 
Of maritime fame,
With sinister depths and strange 
Divisions of water churning, 
Spiralling under;
No hint today all is still
Mirrored and held 
In the breath of the wind. 
No sail.