The timbers rise out of the bay On a clouded, sunlit morning Reflection's pier in the water An old weather-worn shack Five white windows to see the day The seagull dips and glides Slow-motion This photograph makes A stop of time I want to get off Walk the platform Drop my line in the water And wait Watch, the sun's slow Mount from valley to crest, hear The wind telling tales: Of wise old men And the daunting sea.