Whilst spume filled waves pound the harbour wall
Grey seals languish in the swirling grey
Fluid their bodies move in time to the surge of the sea in effortless syncopation
A dive beneath the huge waves
Refutes the dangers
so close to rocks
Rising with silver fish aloft
Rolling over and over in play
A tide waits for no man
Relentless it rolls
Thrusting it’s energy
To weakened defence
One is at odds; the other in union.
Ruth Partridge 