over the endless oceans -

.

The sea wind sways over the endless oceans -

spreads its wings night and day

rises and sinks again

over the desolate swaying floor of the immortal ocean.

Now it is nearly morning

or it is nearly evening

and the ocean wind feels in its face - the land wind.

Clockbuoy toll morning and evening psalms,

the smoke of a coalboat

or the smoke of a tar-burning phoenician ship faces away at the

horizons.

The lonely jellyfish who has no history rocks around with

burning blue feet.

It's nearly evening now or morning.

~ Harry Martinson

from The Rag and Bone Shop of the Heart