Is cold one day in five, is wet,
Is kept awake by gales,
Is astonishingly still by dawn.
Is grey as a tupperware box, is clear,
Is an arctic glass-cold summer,
Is thick with salty water,
Is shrunken, swallowed in dark, is brief,
Is seen through windows only,
Is gone, with an escort of street-lamps.
That’s your lot for today. Like I said, still busy.
Damn those Management essays.