The boat trembles
as if it has seen an old vessel ghost,
refracts the moonlight shredded skies
pour over hungry crests;
wide brushstrokes of mist
with pointillist stints;
composite picture
of salty froth and slated horizons,
bones’ chill, eye fatigue,
wind’s zoomorphic sounds.
Shadows fill all the spaces you can see
with what propels you forward.
Header photograph © Hanna Komar.
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