shooting the waves
I sail alone


ignites the ocean
I sail alone


the tall ship
sails tonight
on the sailors below

Poem 2336

Tropic isle
the travelled seed
first germinates.

Poem 2320

Pleasure yachts
the fondle the tides shape
around their rears.

Poem 2304

Lighthouse beam …
the sounds of the shore
between our sails.

Poem 2288

Dawn still stormy
the wreck breaks up the surf
broken by it.

Poem 2272

On the pacific cruise
almost standing
a backbone of islands.

Poem 2256

Becoming waves
my reasons
to be buried at sea.

Poem 2240

Port customs
shadows of us shuffling
along the wharf.