Clouds are featherbeds for greedy gods
while top-hatted trash cans stagger toward safe harbor
and the tern's hairdo is made either more ridiculous or more fabulous by the wind.
The color of the ocean is as un-nameable as fear
And there are no lifeguards who will save us.
A note on the photographs: Except for the tern, all were take by me. Tern photo from www.nambucca.com.au