The timeless waves, bright, sifting, broken glass,

Came dazzling around, into the rocks,

Came glinting, sifting from the Americas



To possess Aran. Or did Aran rush

to throw wide arms of rock around a tide

That yielded with an ebb, with a soft crash?



Did sea define the land or land the sea?

Each drew new meaning from the waves' collision.

Sea broke on land to full identity.

