I had enisled vespertine reluctantly
there was no choice in the darkness
a boat slowly moving
over still water
silent depth beneath
sand and stone
if the wind would moan
the vessel would be free again
Daylight was cast off like exuvia
revealing stars and a cold summer night
an island wall without a place to anchor
nearer shoals lost from sight
The farthest calls a reminder of light
this sailing omniety
is a pernoctation in quest of sleep
tillar’d eggshell full of seaward piety
bowline echoes of hydrox mirrors deep
Through these facet images of time
a whale appeared with first light
moed while approaching engines whine
another sign the morning’s run true
sunlight burns away overnight dew.
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