Sanday Island
Expansive skies
as of Dutch-masters
but these are faster:
shifting light tones.
Sea colours assault
both shores and eyes.
A lot of angry white
breaking from brilliance.
Dry dykes could never
hold that water out
so grazings and furrows are
backspaced a field-fathom.
But lichened slabs,
cemented just high enough
to make muted roofs,
stay-put on built frames.
Gales ruffle skins
of sand and walls:
of cattle and dwellings
and pass over all.