When Harrington Sound sleeps
Calm still and mild
But brilliant like the
Eyes of a lovely child
Do all those who dwell deep
Within your embrace
Wait and watch for
Expression upon your face
Or are there impish ones
Whose impatience grows
Sending giggles and tickles
In irregular rows
Rousing all those who sleep
To gather in uproar
Like herds of white dolphins
Leaping towards the shore
Yet despite all distractions
You practice to and fro
Strange tidal maneuvers
Through a tiny keyhole
Then upon your command
A call to meditation
All become waxen
In heavenly reflection.