The Waverer

Almost always all waves are
sure of where they are going,

in, then out, sucking small pebbles and
sand and the feet of kings,

ships flaunt sails and children’s courage
mounteth with occasion

and I irresolute
suited booted English
man stand

on the edge of a jetty either
to embark or disembark

or to rebuke the tide
as in the distance a brass band

plays Rule Britannia.