Poem Category: Ships & Oceans

Tropic isle
this painted moon
some other sky.

Storm waves
all pitched black
but the lighthouse beam.

After the albatross leaves
the lurching
of our crow’s-nest.

Clipper ship
first light where it begins
coming out of the sea.

Scorning
the waves of tourists
the whale’s suckling calf.

Winter fog
paling haloes
around the sun.

Island cruise
a hush of dawn lovers
at the ship’s prow.

Sailing solo
a need for all those stars
to leave me alone.

Tropic isle
waves of sunsets
break on shore.

Sailing home…
a moon path
back to the sea.