Poem Category: Ships & Oceans

Clipper ship
first light where it begins
coming out of the sea.

After the albatross leaves
the lurching
of our crow’s-nest.

Storm waves
all pitched black
but the lighthouse beam.

Tropic isle
this painted moon
some other sky.

Mediterranean cruise
the far migrating geese
come out of the blue.

Asleep in the boat
between the islands
of tide and moon.

Sailing home
in the faint mist
every harbour light.

Fishing fleet
into the sleep
of home port.

Mediterranean cruise
the whimsy of the water spout
to turn away south.

None the same shape
yet a backbone of islands
from the mist.