The screendoor whines, clacks shut. My thoughts crackle with seaweed-seething diminishing flickers of phosphorus. Gulp of a frog, plash of herring leaping; interval; squawk of a gull disturbed, a splashing; pause while silence poises for the breaking bark of a seal: but silence. Then only your breathing. I’ll be quiet too. Out stove, out lamp, let night cut the question with profound unanswer, sustained echo of our unknowing.