A thick sea, Letterbox Beach, Valla
My gadget shadows time, catches waves in the act,
sees the transitory for what it’s not, a calligraphy of foam.
The viewfinder shines and rhymes but the extraordinary
happens off screen – an osprey sliding on a high-wire,
a pod exhaling bursts of spindrift breath, an armada of
By-the-wind Sailors (Velella velella) foundering in blue wrack.