Shore Breeze At Britannia Bay

Just as
The rosy and grey
Little sunset waves,
Responding to the undulating breeze,
Bubble and burble and gurgle
On the grey and rocky shore,
In a more
Sluggish rhythm
Than the faster rushing clatter
Of the poplar leaves:
So we humans each respond
At different rates
To the distant
Divine call.

Cy, 1997?