What lies beneath shimmers up
and grasps the eye like a fish
and tosses it into the sea.
The cold wind blows and lifts a page.
The ship rocks to and fro, teetering in my hand.
The swells, the surge, the sunlit undulating waves
roll and roll, beat against my brow.
The white majestic sails billow
and pop in my soul.
A tremor strolls along the deck,
spies inside me a spot of land.