This island is discontent as light
glanced under precipitation:
a weather system from south of Islay.
Ireland is there, under Malin Head.
A melting landmass in the dunes of
Seilebost. Toe-Head out as an arm
but insufficient to shield the machair.
Then there are katabatic bursts of wind
against the grain of decent predictions
bringing destroying light
from Clisham and Mullach bho-dheas,
brushing deep below the surfaces
of the Sound of Taransay,
bringing only change.