Narrow and long, that bay within a bay,
its shallow shelving bed well slimed with weeds
whose filaments sway slightly in the wavelets
and brain-like gather against the sea-wall stones.
Stiff breezes bring few and random flicks of white
on waves that fail to rise and merely lap;
the swell is only seen through ten degrees
of metronomic rocking by the boat-masts —
masts that in a calmer breeze stand mirrored.
Strange bay that seems not sea, but almost lake.
This poem was first published in Adelaide's Independent Weekly.
Some other Poetry Atlas poems about places in Victoria, Australia.