Waiting for the Tide to Turn

A weakened light bundled up in a mess of darkened clouds.  The sea coils back to the shore, white waves pounding louder. Context has been removed.  Kelp clings to the admiralty chart, a rusty compass spins the heart.  Search for underwater waves; Bring Deeps.  No quietened harbour, between tides. No  search for sunlight on the sea.  No day- long shimmer.  Senses transmuted l heard the haar. The sea swayed then slipped into itself. What is it ties us together? What keeps us afloat ?  Trapped in the nets of our stulted imaginations we paddle on.....