LOOKING AT THE SKY ON FRIDAY
The sea is flat and smooth as silk.
The light is pale, as pale as milk.
The horizon stretches ruler-flat,
And I wonder what I'm looking at.
Does sea echo sky, or sky the sea?
And am I the only one to see
Two parallel lines where curves are expected?
And light mysteriously mis-directed?
Dark over dark, yet light below;
Light over light yet with dark on show?
Just for an instant the evening sky
Looked thus as I was passing by.
And maybe I was the only one
To see this odd trick of cloud and sun!
Gone in an instant, light and shade,
And the straight lines cloud and horizon made!
Maybe no-one else, at that precise time,
Saw this sight.
Hence, this rhyme!