The great sea
foams impetuously
The ships are struggling
through, dive up
from the waves, again and again
on their way to the port
that tames the wild water
The fish fly
out of the hands of the skippers
quickly ashore, to high piles
under the brown-red sky
of the setting sun
and the ships leap up
On the dark horizon
the sea is dreaming restlessly
in a night without time