Sea swell and gentle roll,
but in the on-board swimming pool,
a giant tsunami.
From the sea, the sun's glare.
The wake of an inflatable
drives shards of darkness to its heart.
Small tugs nudge a massive vessel
into leaving its safe haven
for the open sea.
Thick smoke to starboard...
as if the crew had need
to simulate disaster!
Night orchard now, the sea's
white blossoms brush the windows.
Unseen branches jar the glass.
White horses crest the waves.
Behind them, riderless,
dark troughs for chariots.
Lifeboat drill is held indoors.
Boat 2 is in the lounge.
A midnight roll.
My tumbler and its contents
have joined me in the bed.
Another swell, but this one
merely shifts the distribution
of my weight from shoe to shoe.
In mimicry of pilot fish
gulls' shadows swim before
Deafening, the noise
a cable makes. For sure
an anchor chain could make no more.
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