Sailing

Sea rough as hell
waves sent to silence
drag us deep to a watery land
where the octopus sleeps.

Out in the estuary World War
sentinels stand like giant insects
scanning the sky empty now as
tankers roll by & dolphins jitter.

We’re lost in the wind falling from
land to sea & the sails batter me
tack and jive through morning high tide
we skip past sea cables.

The moon smirks down behind wisps
of dawn & sun sneaks out betwixt judder
of hull as we heel hard to wind water
pouring on deck breaking through

to drench us.

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