Rushing, roaring, frenetic, fleeting

Bucking tide or with tide racing

At all times facing fishward

Constant sound heard of revving rumble

Small boats in swallowing swells aggressively tumble

Nets out wide in a chaotic dancing jumble

But after all, gathered around us closely,

Sky alight with ochre and delightfully rosy

Decks washed down and anchor chains tight

Lined up like a row of aluminum ducks, safe for the night