Midnight in Sitges, Alone on the long jetty: Silver of moonlight, its glistening Dagger slitting the tranquil bay; The sonorous song Of the incoming tide Rising slowly, ecstatically; La iglesia a floodlit beacon Impaling the night sky, The slender breakwater Meandering to blackness -Points of light pinning it To its uncertain end; The air salt-tanged, cool, -And twelve bells stumbling out of La iglesia’s belfry, Authenticating the moment.Sitges Beach 21 viii 86