All afternoon, the sea curled up
around the bay, purring drowsy swells.
Gulls skimmed by in a blur.

Awake in the dark now,
it paws the sleeping arm of the shore,
playing absent-mindedly.

Up on the bluff, partyers
mingle behind glass walls of condos.
Bright music blares.

Far north, mountainous shards
of a continent plunge into arctic blue water,
bobble like ice cubes in a drink.