Weren’t you taking the initiative today?
It’s late already and soon you’ll be too tired.
The evening falls with heavy cloud above the sea
so that it’s growing dark twice over.
Out of sea we are chased into the dunes.
Rabbits in front of our feet scuttle off
into a shrinking landscape. A wisplike
cathedral comes into view resembling
a threat. The tower ever taller the bells
already close. This is no good spot for initiatives.
The land chisels us out of sky on all sides
and the bells stammer from aside.