Figure B2 SPINDRIFT
In daylight, now, see breakers crash and hiss,
They bring ambiguous gifts, long afloat:
This fetid mass, the precious AMBERGRIS,
Or refuse from the galley of a boat?
An emerald, fit for a prince’s throat,
Or weathered fragment of a flask of ale?
A totem, black and hornéd like a goat,
Or casing in which infant sharks set sail?
Art and nature blend as mermaid’s top and tail.