Covering the beach and sliding up the rocks
Along the cliff s, driving the sanderling fl ocks
And me elsewhere, now a beach fi ve yards wide
All kelp-heaps and scattered stones, and a rock-slide
At the point, wet shale in jagged blocks
Angled for twists, foot-slitherings, bone-shocks;
And pooled and trickling water on every side.
I rock-hop past the next point. Here the air
Is quiet, the ocean crump-crumping its tons
Well out from shore, the nearby water still ...
Stretch of smooth sand! with a boulder here and there,
Standing alone -- black rock, gray water, duns
Of wet sand, cloud-roofed, in the even light; so beautiful.