The sun had not yet risen

"The sun had not yet risen. 

The sea was indistinguishable from the sky, 

except that the sea was slightly creased 

as if a cloth had wrinkles in it. 

Gradually as the sky whitened a dark line 

lay on the horizon 

dividing the sea from the sky 

and the grey cloth became barred

 with thick strokes moving, 

one after another, 

beneath the surface, 

following each other, 

pursuing each other, 

perpetually."