He wrote about water
So I shall write about water
More specifically
I will write about the water
Of The Orkney’s Scapa Flow
Though I will especially try
Not to mention the German navy
Scuppering (sinking) their own boats
Or Churchill having barriers built
By the workers of the Italian Chapel
Constructed to pen in the opposition
Rather I will write about the light
Light seen from Houton
The late-night light
Scattered as flashlights by the waves
Weaved as satin beneath the clouds
The early morning light
Flushed by the disturbance of the first ferry
Reflected by the shoreline on the coastal lane
Also the sun light, and the mist light
Which both gave, which both took away
My reference frame of meaning
My valuable source of reassurance
